Bruce Cockburn - Tropic Moon lyrics
[Bruce Cockburn - Tropic Moon lyrics]
Away from the river
Away from the smoke of the burning
Fearful survivors
Subject of government directives
One sad guitar note
Echoes off the wall of the jungle
Seen from the air they're just targets
With nowhere to run to
Children of rape raised on malnutrition
Men in camouflage
Filled with a sense of mission
And the light through the wire mesh
Plays on the president's pistol
Like the gleam of a bead of sweat
In the glow of a candle
Hear the cry in the tropic night
Should be the cry of love but
It's a cry of fright
Some people never see the light
Till it shines through bullet holes
Till it shines through bullet holes
The tropic moon
Bathing a beach fringed with palms
Glitters on shells
And beach tar and Coke cans
And on the night-coloured boat
And on the barrels of guns
In the rage in the hearts of
These men is the seed
Of a wind they call Kingdom Come
Hear the cry in the tropic night
Should be the cry of love but
It's a cry of fright
Some people never see the light
Till it shines through bullet holes
Till it shines through bullet holes
Hear the cry in the tropic night
Should be the cry of love but
It's a cry of fright
Some people never see the light
Till it shines through bullet holes
Till it shines through bullet holes
Away from the smoke of the burning
Fearful survivors
Subject of government directives
One sad guitar note
Echoes off the wall of the jungle
Seen from the air they're just targets
With nowhere to run to
Children of rape raised on malnutrition
Men in camouflage
Filled with a sense of mission
And the light through the wire mesh
Plays on the president's pistol
Like the gleam of a bead of sweat
In the glow of a candle
Hear the cry in the tropic night
Should be the cry of love but
It's a cry of fright
Some people never see the light
Till it shines through bullet holes
Till it shines through bullet holes
The tropic moon
Bathing a beach fringed with palms
Glitters on shells
And beach tar and Coke cans
And on the night-coloured boat
And on the barrels of guns
In the rage in the hearts of
These men is the seed
Of a wind they call Kingdom Come
Hear the cry in the tropic night
Should be the cry of love but
It's a cry of fright
Some people never see the light
Till it shines through bullet holes
Till it shines through bullet holes
Hear the cry in the tropic night
Should be the cry of love but
It's a cry of fright
Some people never see the light
Till it shines through bullet holes
Till it shines through bullet holes