[Verse]

There's a land far away,
That's the world's protegè,
And it calls to us way over there,

And who ever is wrong,
or who ever is right,
We all pity it's grief and despair,

There the poor wander on
from the homes that are gone,
There are children whose fate we deplore.

Their pale faces haunt us,
they need us; they want us,
Those sad little waifs of the war.

[Refrain]

Boys and girls,
girls and boys,
Our hearts go out to you,

Let us be your mothers,
and your sisters and your brothers
till your skies again are blue,

Let us dry your tears
and let us sooth your fears!
with heart and voice we call,

"Come little children,
come over the sea,
and we'll take care of you all."

[Verse]

In this struggle of kings,
Where the black Eagle's wings,
Have obscured the fair light of the sun,

There the eyes of a child,
And the voice of a child,
With all smiles and laughter are done,

For no fault of their own
it is they who atone;
They are homeless and starving today.

To our arms we'll take them
and happy we'll make them;
The world's little playmates are they.

[Refrain]

Boys and girls,
girls and boys,
Our hearts go out to you,

Let us be your mothers,
and your sisters and your brothers
till your skies again are blue,

Let us dry your tears
and let us sooth your fears!
with heart and voice we call,

"Come little children,
come over the sea,
and we'll take care of you all."

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