Child walks down to the river's edge
  And looks out as far as she can see
  And draws each breath as if it were the last
  And wipes away the tears across her sleeve
  She can see where the river crawls to the sea
  Like a baby into mothers care
  Somehow the longing is so far away
  The innocence so wated and aware
    And look at the child with the dream in her eyes
  Holding it deep inside her
    Thinking about home....home....
  So much anger so deeply engrained
  Seemed a burden that was hers alone
  She didn't thing that there was anything worng
  With wanting a life that she could call her own
  How could I explain? You would not want to hear
  You wouldn't listen if I talked anyway
  For you were too weighed down by your own fears
    Look at the child with the dream in her eyes
  Holding it deep inside her....
  Home....home....home....home....