As I was slow ly pass in’

there an or phans’ home to (Ab)day,

I (Bb)stopped for just a lit tle while to watch the chil dren (Eb)play.

A lone a boy was stand ing.

And when I asked him why,

he (Bb)turned with eyes that could not see and he be gan to (Eb)cry,

“I’m no bod y’s child,

I’m no bod y’s child.

Just like a flow er,

I’m (Bb7)grow in’ (Eb)wild.

No ma ma’s arms to hold me,

no dad dy’s

smile.

(Bb)No bod y wants me, I’m no bod y’s (Eb)child.”

In ev ’ry town and vil lage

there are plac es just like (Ab)this,

with (Bb)rows and rows of chil dren while and ba bies in their (Eb)cribs.

They’ve long since stopped their cry in’,

as no one ev er hears.

And (Bb)no one’s there to no tice them or take a way their (Eb)fears.

“I’m No bod y’s child,

I’m no bod y’s child.

Just like a flow er,

they’re (Bb7)grow in’ (Eb)wild.

No Got no mom my’s kiss es,

no dad dy’s

smile.

(Bb)No bod y wants them, they’re no bod y’s (Eb)child.”

In child.

(Eb)child.

(Bb)No bod y wants them, they’re no bod y’s (Eb)child.