What makes the world want to go on turning?
Why do the stars chose to shine?
Who tells the moon when to change its face?
What moves the sun in a line?

As he looked at the world of his father's hand
So much he wanted to understand
His countless questions, his curios joy
When jesus was a boy

Why are some people so unforgiving?
When did the sorrow begin?
How do the hungry ones go on living?
Is this how they suffer for sin?

His sweet simplicity wondered why
This is a world where we all must die?
The darkness of doubt he could not avoid
When jesus was a boy

After all, it's the children's task
That they should wonder, that they should ask
Their very own questions about this world

For every boy and girl