My name is Eric and I just turned eight.
I can’t remember the last time I ate.
I live in a land where warring goes on.
I had brother but now he is gone.
My name is Eric and I just turned eight.
I live in a box that use to haul freight.
I don’t go to school, it burned down last year.
The clothes that I have , are these rags that I wear.
My name is Eric and I just turned eight.
I live in a land that God has made great.
I live in a house with toys galore.
If I want some food, I just ask for more.
My name is Eric and I just turned eight.
Some time I’m told. “Now, clean up your plate.”
I need to thank God for all He has given.
This land where I live and His son from heaven.
My name is Eric and I just turned eight.
I have it so good, there’s sure no debate.
I wonder if Eric across the wide sea,
Will hear of God’s love. Is that up to me?