Lyrics:

A small boy waits in the darkening room
Peering out into the gathering gloom
A nose pressed up against the pane
Staring out at the driving rain
He's five years old, his father's gone
Has he been bad?
Done something wrong?
He doesn't like it on his own
When is his daddy coming home?
And who will tuck me in tonight
Rub my head, turn out the light
If you listen to the wind outside
You just might hear your daddy cry
You just might hear your daddy cry
My daddy's gone away from me
He's sailing out on the Seven Seas
The whole world is his port of call
This box of postcards says it all
And on the radio, I could be wrong
I thought they played his favorite song
Hold on son, it won't be long
Where is that message coming from?
And who will tuck you in tonight
Rub your head turn out the light
If you listen to the wind outside
You just might hear your daddy cry
You just might hear your daddy cry