Written by Fred McNaughton, this beautiful song encapsulates the family’s feelings about the children who “belonged in our family . . . God put them there . . . they just happened to be born somewhere else and it was our job to find them.”
Waiting
In another country that I can’t see
Tiny ears and eyes can you hear me?
Do you know I long for you?
Can you find a way?
I know you’re hoping to hear me say . . .
Come Home, Come Home
Where we are waiting
Where you belong
Where we are needing you to join our song
Until you’re here we will sing
But for your voice we are waiting
There’s a little black-haired girl
Three months along
She feels all alone since her man’s gone
But your heart beats with her’s
And now mine does too
I can’t explain it son, but I know it’s you
Come Home, Come Home
Where we are waiting
Where you belong
Where we are needing you to join our song
Until you’re here we will sing
But for your voice we are waiting
We’ve been waiting so long
We’ve been waiting to hear
We’ve been waiting so long
We’ve been waiting to hear
Your voice
We’ve got your picture here
You’ve got our hearts
Somehow connected now
Though we’re apart
I’m getting on a plane
Do you have a clue?
My little Ghana Girl, I come for you
Come Home, Come Home
Where we are waiting
Where you belong
Where we are needing you to join our song
Until you’re here we will sing
But for your voice we are waiting
Written by Fred McNaughton © Phredderiffic Music ASCAP
