In a war torn land of poverty somewhere across the sea There's a little guy who's waiting and he looks a lot like me His hair is like the raven or the wings of a crow I don't know what they named him but I'm sure they called him Joe Just a little guy called Joe like so many more I know Left all alone somewhere across the sea I want him to have my name little Joe is mine to claim This little guy called Joe belongs to me [ piano ] His mother died to give him life the night my orders came I wanted to be with them but war's an evil thing Now he won't recognize me but I've got to let him know He means much more to someone than just a little guy called Joe Just a little guy called Joe...