Joan Baez - Cambodia lyrics
[Joan Baez - Cambodia lyrics]
We've watched them leaving
Seen their ragged flight
Children of the jungle, mothers of the night
A boy of ten by the roadside lies
Hears his future in whispers and cries
And clutching a tiny Buddha charm
A baby dies in his mother's arms
Is there only sorrow in Cambodia?
Is there no tomorrow in Cambodia?
Leaving the graves of your ancestors
After a thousand years
Leaving a few belongings after
A thousand tears how come you never left
Before through bombing, famine and flood?
Are the rivers useless now
Spilling over with blood?
Is there only sorrow in Cambodia?
Is there no tomorrow in Cambodia?
I hear there are very few children
From ages one to five
It takes more than jungle leaves to
Keep the young ones alive
I hear some of the rice got through
The outside's trying to send to you
There you sit in the ruins of war
The doctors are waiting at your door
And we will try and feed you
Try and go to you
People of Kampuchea, Cambodia
A little way in from the
Border in the crowded camps
I've seen mothers giving birth
Seen beautiful orphans dance
An old man turns and covers his eyes
He was never supposed to cry
With sons and daughters and home and wife
Taken from him in his autumn life
Should we try and feed you, say hello to you
Old man of Kampuchea, Kampuchea, Cambodia
Call another conference, write another song
Deliver another ton of rice and hope
It gets where it belongs
And rival teams of bandit's are
Really the only choice
Even if the people had their bellies filled
Even if the people had a voice
And meanwhile
Lovers are caught in the crossfire
Children are caught in the barbed wire
Military sinks in the mire
Let me show it to you is there only sorrow
Only sorrow in Cambodia?
Is there no tomorrow
No tomorrow in Cambodia?
Still we'll try and feed you
Try and show to you
People of Kampuchea, Kampuchea, Cambodia
Seen their ragged flight
Children of the jungle, mothers of the night
A boy of ten by the roadside lies
Hears his future in whispers and cries
And clutching a tiny Buddha charm
A baby dies in his mother's arms
Is there only sorrow in Cambodia?
Is there no tomorrow in Cambodia?
Leaving the graves of your ancestors
After a thousand years
Leaving a few belongings after
A thousand tears how come you never left
Before through bombing, famine and flood?
Are the rivers useless now
Spilling over with blood?
Is there only sorrow in Cambodia?
Is there no tomorrow in Cambodia?
I hear there are very few children
From ages one to five
It takes more than jungle leaves to
Keep the young ones alive
I hear some of the rice got through
The outside's trying to send to you
There you sit in the ruins of war
The doctors are waiting at your door
And we will try and feed you
Try and go to you
People of Kampuchea, Cambodia
A little way in from the
Border in the crowded camps
I've seen mothers giving birth
Seen beautiful orphans dance
An old man turns and covers his eyes
He was never supposed to cry
With sons and daughters and home and wife
Taken from him in his autumn life
Should we try and feed you, say hello to you
Old man of Kampuchea, Kampuchea, Cambodia
Call another conference, write another song
Deliver another ton of rice and hope
It gets where it belongs
And rival teams of bandit's are
Really the only choice
Even if the people had their bellies filled
Even if the people had a voice
And meanwhile
Lovers are caught in the crossfire
Children are caught in the barbed wire
Military sinks in the mire
Let me show it to you is there only sorrow
Only sorrow in Cambodia?
Is there no tomorrow
No tomorrow in Cambodia?
Still we'll try and feed you
Try and show to you
People of Kampuchea, Kampuchea, Cambodia