From the wild New
England ranges came
the word
one fateful day
To every town and
village that a boy
had lost his way
All the townsfolk
quickly gathered
and the wild bush
horses tossed
As they went to search
the ranges for a
little boy lost
They went out to
search the ranges
for the little boy lost
A lad of just
four summers
Stephen Walls that
is his name
And nobody doubts
his courage 'cos he's
hardy and he's game
But there's danger
in this country
that man has
seldom crossed
And they wonder if
they'll find alive this
little boy lost
And they wonder if
they'll find alive this
little boy lost
Came the night,
came the morning
Another night,
another dawning
And the mother weeps
in silence as she kneels
before the cross
And she prays to
God in Heaven
for her little boy lost
For her little boy lost
The little
town's deserted
No one walks
upon the streets
For they combed the
wild bush country
on a thousand
achin' feet
They searched every
hidden valley though
his trail they
never crossed
And their hopes
are slowly fading
for this little boy lost
And their hopes
are slowly fading for
this little boy lost
The blazin' sun beat
down upon the earth
that final day
With heavy hearts
they prayed to God
above to show the way
When from the
scrubby gully came a
voice they near forgot
Where's my Daddy?
Where's my Daddy?
cried the
little boy lost
Where's my Daddy?
Where's my Daddy?
cried the
little boy lost
In the far New England
ranges there's a boy
that's known so well
And a story that
the townsfolk and the
bushmen often tell
How he fought
a rugged country,
where man has
seldom crossed
And the mother's
prayers were answered
for her
little boy lost