Oh, little baby, you'll never cry
Nor will you hear a sweet lullaby.
Oh, unborn child, if you only knew
just what your momma is plannin' to do
You're still a-clingin' to the tree of life
But soon you'll be cut off before you get ripe.
Oh, unborn child, beginning to grow
Inside your momma, but you'll never know
Oh, tiny bud that grows in the womb
Only to be crushed before you can bloom.
Momma, stop! Turn around, go back, think it over
Stop! Turn around, go back, think it over
Stop! Turn around, go back, think it over.
Oh, no, momma, just let it be
You'll never regret it, just wait and see
Think of all the great ones who gave everything
That we might have life here
So please bear the pain.
Momma, stop! Turn around, go back, think it over
Stop! Turn around, go back, think it over
Stop! Turn around, go back, think it over.
Nuff Said.
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