Have you seen the red girl
On the way to your home?
On the way to your home
On the way to your home
Did you give her the book ?
Wipe the paint from her eye?
And her hands are cold now to me
I thought the paint was dry
We were just on the bus for the fun
And we shouldn't be late
And all the children speak to me now
And I just can't wait
I said, "Hey, hey, hey now, love
Find your home
Oh, now love find your home
Oh love, won't you find your home?"
Hey, hey
Did you see the red girl
On the way to your home?
On the way to your home
'Cause I don't think that you're home
We were just on the bus for the fun
And we shouldn't be late
And all the children speak to me now
And I just can't wait
I said, "Hey, hey, hey now, love
Find your home
Oh, now love find your home
Oh love, won't you find your home?"
Hey hey, oh now lover, won't you find your home?
Well, I don't think that you're home
Hey hey, oh now lover, won't you find your home?
Well, I don't think that you're home, hey, hey