She belongs there left with her liberty
Never known as a non-believer
She laughs and stays in her won-won-won-wonderful

She knew how to gather the forest when
God reached softly and moved her body
One golden locket
Quite young and loving by her mother and father

Further down the path was a mystery
Through the recess the chalk and numbers
A boy bumped into the won-won-won-wonderful

All fall down and lost in the mystery
Lost it all to a non-believer
And all that's left is a girl
Who's loved by her mother and father

She'll return in love with the liberty
just away from her non-believer
She'll sigh and thank God for won-won-won-wonderful

Maybe not one. Maybe you too, wondering.
Wondering who. Wonderful you, a-wondering.

(Child - the child) Father of the Son.

Where is the Father, Son.
Where is the Father, Son.
Where is the wonderful me, wonderful you.

Though I know I'm wont to wondering, nevermind,
wonderful you. I can't stop a-wondering.
Never you mind, wonderful you!

(Child - the child) Father of the Son.
(Child - the child) Father of the Son.