Lyrics:

(Cummings)He comes home after working for so many many yearsLays down weary on his bedSo many worries, broken dreams and fears, hurting things that people said.Is there something you could do for him right now if you were there?Is there some kind word that you would say to him if you were there?He don't remember mamaHis mama never saw his faceThe wounds he suffered from an angry, bitter worldAre something time cannot eraseIs there something you could do for him right now if you were there?Is there some kind word that you would say to him if you were there?