Morning steals the night, the sun breaks through the rain,
A little girl is sleeping while I pack to meet my plane,
Then I kneel down by her bed and I kiss her sleepy head,
She hugs me tight; she knows I am going away.

She says, "Tell me you're coming back soon,
Now don't forget me; I want to be with you,
If you'll tell me you're coming back soon, then while you're gone the days won't seem so long."

I watch my little girl and start to realise how God looks down from Heaven, and we're children in his eyes,
Even though we're far apart he left behind his heart, like a promise to return for us someday.

Tell me you're coming back soon,
Now don't forget me; I want to be with you,
Won't you tell me you're coming back soon' - then while you're gone the days won't seem so long.

I know sometimes she feels so lost without me,
The world is such a big, confusing place,
And it's then I pray she'll do the things I taught her: remember right from wrong, remember daddy's face.

I know I'm going home, and I hunger for that day,
Just like the Lord is waiting, and he longs to hear us say...

Tell me you're coming back soon,
Now don't forget me, oh no, I want to be with you,
Won't you tell me you're coming back soon'
Won't you tell me you're coming back soon'
Tell me you're coming back soon, then while you're gone the days won't seem so long.