Lyrics

CHRISTOPHER

Where is my son,

no not the one in the sky

he has wondered into the crowd.


He’s not very loud

out there in the crowd

and he could be floating with the butterflies


But he has the light of a thousand fire flies

all caught inside those deep brown eyes

And wait till he laughs, oh when he laughs

you’ve never seen anything in all of his dreams


He carries two sticks

one has it’s bark the other is striped

it may be hard to see him there among the trees


Where is my son

where did he go

the sky has turned gray

and it’s starting to snow