In 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 to search the ranges for a little boy lost.
A lad of just four summers, Stephen Walls, that is his name,
And nobody doubts his courage, 'cause 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 a mother weeps in silence as she kneels before the Cross,
And she prays to God in heaven for her little boy lost,
And she prays to God in heaven for her little boy lost.
The little town's deserted, no-one walks upon the street,
For they comb the wild bush country on a thousand aching 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 blazing sun beat down upon the earth that final day,
With heavy hearts they prayed to God above to show the way,
When from a scrubby gully came the voice they've ne'er 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,
There's a story that the town's folk and the bushmen often tell,
How he fought a rugged country, where man has seldom crossed,
And a mother's prayers were answered for her little boy lost.
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 to search the ranges for a little boy lost.
A lad of just four summers, Stephen Walls, that is his name,
And nobody doubts his courage, 'cause 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 a mother weeps in silence as she kneels before the Cross,
And she prays to God in heaven for her little boy lost,
And she prays to God in heaven for her little boy lost.
The little town's deserted, no-one walks upon the street,
For they comb the wild bush country on a thousand aching 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 blazing sun beat down upon the earth that final day,
With heavy hearts they prayed to God above to show the way,
When from a scrubby gully came the voice they've ne'er 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,
There's a story that the town's folk and the bushmen often tell,
How he fought a rugged country, where man has seldom crossed,
And a mother's prayers were answered for her little boy lost.