a small boy waits in the darkening room peering out into the gathering gloom a nose pressed up against the pane staring out at the driving rain he s five years old his father s gone has he been bad done something wrong he doesn t like it on his own when is his daddy coming home and who will tuck me in tonight rub my head turn out the light if you listen to the wind outside you just might hear your daddy cry you just might hear your daddy cry my daddy s gone away from me he s sailing out on the seven seas the whole world is his port of call this box of postcards says it all and on the radio i could be wrong i thought they played his favorite song hold on son it won t be long where is that message coming from and who will tuck you in tonight rub your head turn out the light if you listen to the wind outside you just might hear your daddy cry you just might hear your daddy cry