Momma where's my brother?
He was here a moment ago.
I have looked the borough over.
And he's no where to be found
The rabbits said they saw him.
The coppers had him detained.
They said he had no parents,
Now he's on the Orphan train.
I'm afraid I will never see him.
His smile has disappeared.
He must be cold and hungry,
It is loneliness he feared.
The streets of New York City
Will never be the same.
I hear the whistle blowing.
He's on the Orphan train.
They are told they'll get a papa,
And a loving, caring, mum.
If they can handle doing chores,
There is food for every one.
They try to prove they're worthy
To erase their shame.
Until he gets taken in,
He rides the Orphan train.
Windows filled with lassies,
Lads stand in the back.
They wonder what has happened
As they roll on down the tracks
They're heading past Saint Louis
Where they can claim new names.
They hear that doleful whistle.
They are on the Orphan Train.