Little baby, little baby, we will bring you in this world You don't know it when you get here, you will be a boy or girl Little baby, little baby, no one knows from where you came They say it's the seed that brought you, could it be you've chosen us to give you a name? They say there's a thin line between being born and dying Could it be that being born could mean your end? Well, instead of joy and sighing, you should really all be crying Little baby, could it be that the thing that everybody sees is just the wrong design? Little baby, little baby, come the day you die, will you be glad you came? Little baby, little baby, could it be that being born is just the same? Little baby, little baby, could it be you've chosen us to give you a name? Little baby, little baby, come the day you die, will you be glad you came? Little baby, little baby, could it be that being born is just the same? Little baby, little baby, could it be you've chosen us to give you a name? Little baby, little baby, come the day you die, will you be glad you came? Little baby, little baby, could it be that being born is just the same? Little baby, little baby, could it be you've chosen us to give you a name? Little baby, little baby, come the day you die, will you be glad you came? Little baby, little baby, could it be that being born is just the same? Little baby, little baby, could it be you've chosen us to give you a name? Little baby, little baby, come the day you die, will you be glad you came?