Oh little baby, you'll never cry
Nor will you hear a sweet lullaby
Oh, unborn child, if you only knew
Just what your momma was planning to do
You're still a clingin' to the tree of life
But soon you'll be cut off before you get ripe
Oh unborn child, beginning to grow
Inside your momma but you'll never know
Oh tiny bud, that grows in the womb
Only to be crushed before you can bloom
Mama stop, turn around, go back, think it over
Stop, turn around, go back, think it over
Think of all the great ones who gave everything
That we might have a life here so please bear the pain
Mama stop, turn around, go back, think it over
Stop, turn around, go back, think it over
Oh little baby, you'll never cry
