Cold was the night, hard was the groundnThey found her in a small grove of treesnLonesome was the place where Georgia was foundnShe's too young to be out on the streetnnWhy wasn't God watching?nWhy wasn't God listening?nWhy wasn't God there for Georgia Lee?nnIda couldn't keep Georgia from dropping out of schoolnI was doing the best that I couldnBut she just kept running away from this worldnThese children are so hard to raise goodnnWhy wasn't God watching?nWhy wasn't God listening?nWhy wasn't God there for Georgia Lee?nnClose your eyes and count to tennI will go and hide, but thennBe sure to find menI want you to find menAnd we'll play all overnWe'll play all overnWe'll play all over againnnThere's a toad in the witch grass, there's a crow in the cornnWild flowers on a cross by the roadnAnd somewhere a baby is crying for her momnAs the hills turn from green back to goldnnWhy wasn't God watching?nWhy wasn't God listening?nWhy wasn't God there for Georgia Lee?nnWhy wasn't God watching?nWhy wasn't God listening?nWhy wasn't God there for Georgia Lee?