There's a little girl standing in the moonlight

Wide awake in the middle of the night

Red hair, wool coat, suitcase in her hand

She's waiting in the garden for her Raggedy Man

Hurry down from the stars, Mr. Raggedy Man

Hurry up and find her while you still can

There's still time; it's not too late

Fly to the garden of the girl who waits

Alone in the flowers the little girl waits

But the stars are going out and the night's growing late

She's lonely and frightened, but she trusts as best she can

She won't lose faith in her Raggedy Man

Hurry down from the stars, Mr. Raggedy Man

Hurry up and find her while you still can

There's still time; it's not too late

Fly to the garden of the girl who waits

But now the hours have turned to years

And a million kisses have dried her tears

But nothing can fill the emptiness inside

And she feels as though a part of her has died

But at the closing of every day

She doesn't care what they all say

She goes out to the garden, suitcase in hand

And she sits and she waits for her Raggedy Man

Hurry down from the stars, Mr. Raggedy Man

Hurry up and find her while you still can

There's still time; it's not too late

Fly to the garden of the girl who waits