Waiting for this son,
We've yearned, we've learned
He's with Someone.
We won't be cryin' soon,
No tears, no fears,
No one's alone back home.

Care is there the lamb will lend a tender hand
And lead us to that land, we understand
And we won't be cryin', Ryan,
We'll come visit you instead.

Care is there the lamb will lend a tender hand
And lead us to that land, we understand
And we won't be cryin', Ryan,
We'll come visit you instead.

No we won't be cryin', Ryan,
We'll come visit you instead.

From A Poem Written By Bill Clarke
Copyright 1977