| Song | Baby Doe |
| Artist | Steve Taylor |
| Album | Now The Truth Can Be Told |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Taylor | |
| Unfolding today | |
| A miracle play | |
| This Indiana morn | |
| The father--he sighs | |
| She opens her eyes | |
| Their baby boy is born | |
| "We don't understand | |
| He's not like we planned" | |
| The doctor shakes his head | |
| "Abnormal" they cry | |
| And so they decide | |
| This child is better dead | |
| I bear the blame | |
| Believers are few | |
| And what am I to do? | |
| I share the shame | |
| The cradle's below | |
| And where is Baby Doe? | |
| A hearing is sought | |
| The lawyers are bought | |
| The court won't let him eat | |
| The papers applaud | |
| When judges play God | |
| This child is getting weak | |
| They're drawing a bead | |
| Reciting their creed | |
| "Respect A Woman's Choice" | |
| I've heard that before | |
| How can you ignore | |
| This baby has a voice | |
| I bear the blame | |
| Believers are few | |
| And what am I to do? | |
| I share the shame | |
| The cradle's below | |
| And where is Baby Doe? | |
| Where will it end | |
| Oh | |
| No | |
| No | |
| It's over and done | |
| The presses have run | |
| Some call the parents brave | |
| Behind your disguise your rhetoric lies | |
| You watched a baby starve | |
| I bear the blame | |
| The cradle's below | |
| And where is Baby? |
| zuo qu : Taylor | |
| Unfolding today | |
| A miracle play | |
| This Indiana morn | |
| The fatherhe sighs | |
| She opens her eyes | |
| Their baby boy is born | |
| " We don' t understand | |
| He' s not like we planned" | |
| The doctor shakes his head | |
| " Abnormal" they cry | |
| And so they decide | |
| This child is better dead | |
| I bear the blame | |
| Believers are few | |
| And what am I to do? | |
| I share the shame | |
| The cradle' s below | |
| And where is Baby Doe? | |
| A hearing is sought | |
| The lawyers are bought | |
| The court won' t let him eat | |
| The papers applaud | |
| When judges play God | |
| This child is getting weak | |
| They' re drawing a bead | |
| Reciting their creed | |
| " Respect A Woman' s Choice" | |
| I' ve heard that before | |
| How can you ignore | |
| This baby has a voice | |
| I bear the blame | |
| Believers are few | |
| And what am I to do? | |
| I share the shame | |
| The cradle' s below | |
| And where is Baby Doe? | |
| Where will it end | |
| Oh | |
| No | |
| No | |
| It' s over and done | |
| The presses have run | |
| Some call the parents brave | |
| Behind your disguise your rhetoric lies | |
| You watched a baby starve | |
| I bear the blame | |
| The cradle' s below | |
| And where is Baby? |
| zuò qǔ : Taylor | |
| Unfolding today | |
| A miracle play | |
| This Indiana morn | |
| The fatherhe sighs | |
| She opens her eyes | |
| Their baby boy is born | |
| " We don' t understand | |
| He' s not like we planned" | |
| The doctor shakes his head | |
| " Abnormal" they cry | |
| And so they decide | |
| This child is better dead | |
| I bear the blame | |
| Believers are few | |
| And what am I to do? | |
| I share the shame | |
| The cradle' s below | |
| And where is Baby Doe? | |
| A hearing is sought | |
| The lawyers are bought | |
| The court won' t let him eat | |
| The papers applaud | |
| When judges play God | |
| This child is getting weak | |
| They' re drawing a bead | |
| Reciting their creed | |
| " Respect A Woman' s Choice" | |
| I' ve heard that before | |
| How can you ignore | |
| This baby has a voice | |
| I bear the blame | |
| Believers are few | |
| And what am I to do? | |
| I share the shame | |
| The cradle' s below | |
| And where is Baby Doe? | |
| Where will it end | |
| Oh | |
| No | |
| No | |
| It' s over and done | |
| The presses have run | |
| Some call the parents brave | |
| Behind your disguise your rhetoric lies | |
| You watched a baby starve | |
| I bear the blame | |
| The cradle' s below | |
| And where is Baby? |