Lyrics

I saw them standing by the road
Around a bus, rusted and old
I picked them up, they numbered three to five
"Please take us home," the oldest sighed

Now the sorrow in his voice
It left me with no other choice
And I could tell by the way they shyly sinned
Where they were going, I'd already been

They were like the flowers, bent by the breeze
Growing by the highways, the ones you never see
Like living in the shallow pavement cracks
They come from the city, and they said they ain't never going back

Lord, Lord, see the children grow
Give me the light to let them know
I wanna tell 'em about Jesus before they go on home

I saw her standing by the road
She could not have been more than a mere fourteen years old
I picked her up, her eyes were numb
"Please take me home," she seemed to hum

Her hair grew long over sun-touched skin
She seemed much older than the others had been
And we talked all night, talked time and again
Where she was going I'd already been

She was like the flowers bent by the breeze
Growing in the meadows, the ones you never see
Like living in the fallow farming tracks
She’d come from the country
And she said she ain't never going back

Lord, Lord, see the children grow
Give me the light to let them know
I wanna tell 'em about Jesus before they go on home

How will they know?
Where will they go?
Who will they be?
It's up to you and me