I never knew just who I was,
much less where I came from
I guess that's just the way it is
when you're adopted young
Why is it that I love to sing
I felt this ache eating at my heart
That emptiness it grew and
grew with every passing day
Until I couldn't stand the pain
I searched and searched across this earth,
But all that hurt just disappeared
when I heard my mother's voice
It's funny how the winding road
meanders through the years
It's hard to know just where to turn
when the map is soaked with tears
Just when I thought I'd always be
little Johnny's come home
Johnny's come home at last
Brenda, she was barely born
when we had to give her up
We were only kids ourselves
and times were really tough
I nev er thought I'd have to do
There's nothing that can make you feel
more unwanted in the world
Than to nev er know your mother
or to know your little girl
What color were her eye s, her hair,
was she short or was she tall?
All those thoughts were laid to rest
the day my daughter called
It's funny how the winding road
meanders through the years
It's hard to know just where to turn
when the map is so unclear
Just when I thought I'd always
Little Johnny's coming home