Little children out in the rain Slipping and sliding, covered in pain Bodies broken, soaked to the bone Little children going on home I know, I know I know, I know I know, I know Someone ought to make them feel fine And so and so And so and so And so and so Someone's got to change your mind Flying down Juniper, a three wheel line Long gone kiss it goodbye Mother and Father covered in snow Little children going on home I know, I know I know, I know I know, I know Someone ought to make them feel fine And so and so And so and so And so and so Someone's got to change your mind I know, I know I know, I know I know, I know Someone ought to make them feel fine And so and so And so and so And so and so Someone's got to change your mind Nothing to prove, your blood is mine I have no children, just some design Woven mystery that fills up this womb No little children left to go home