A baby waits in a far away land,
The red thread is still a tangled strand.
Known just by sight and not by touch,
Still we love her very much.
We long for the day that it becomes clear,
When and where we will get her,
And bring her near.
She is a baby in a far away land,
We are just yearning to hold her hand.
Waiting, waiting across the sea,
Unknown to her that she has a family,
A family that loves her,
A family that cares,
A family that is waiting to hold her by the hand,
And pick her up, and rock her to sleep,
She is just waiting, in a far away land.