Orphan boy, orphan boy
what are you going to do?
Your daddy died,
your momma left
the state is coming for you.
Orphan boy, orphan boy
where are you going to go?
A big white house
with a bunch of beds
lined up in a row.
Orphan boy, orphan boy
is a family coming your way?
To take you to another place,
just another place to stay;
or is this going to be, 'the day? '
Ophan boy, orphan boy
is your life in order now?
Why the tears -
is it because of the pain
is that why you scowl?
Orphan boy, orphan boy
the day will come indeed
when you will say
your life has been blessed
when you will have no need.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem