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