Joan Baez - To Bobby lyrics
[Joan Baez - To Bobby lyrics]
I'll put flowers at your feet
And I will sing to you so sweet
And hope my words will carry
Home to your heart
You left us marching on the road
And said how heavy was the load
But the years were young
The struggle barely had it's start
Do you hear the voices in the night, Bobby?
They're crying for you
See the children in the morning light, Bobby
They're dying
No one could say it like you said it
We'd only try and just forget it
You stood alone upon the mountain
Till it was sinking
And in a frenzy we tried to reach you
With looks and letters we would beseech you
Never knowing what
Where or how you were thinking
Do you hear the voices in the night, Bobby?
They're crying for you
See the children in the morning light, Bobby
They're dying
Perhaps the pictures in the Times
Could no longer be put in rhymes
When all the eyes of starving
Children are wide open
You cast aside the cursed crown
And put your magic into a sound
That made me think
Your heart was aching or even broken
But if God hears my complaint
He will forgive you and so will I
With all respect I'll just relive you
And likewise, you must understand
These things we give you
Like these flowers at your door
And scribbled notes about the war
We're only saying the time is short
And there is work to do
And we're still marching in the streets
With little victories and big defeats
But there is joy and there is hope
And there's a place for you
And you have heard the voices in the night
Bobby they're crying for you
See the children in the morning light, Bobby
They're dying
And I will sing to you so sweet
And hope my words will carry
Home to your heart
You left us marching on the road
And said how heavy was the load
But the years were young
The struggle barely had it's start
Do you hear the voices in the night, Bobby?
They're crying for you
See the children in the morning light, Bobby
They're dying
No one could say it like you said it
We'd only try and just forget it
You stood alone upon the mountain
Till it was sinking
And in a frenzy we tried to reach you
With looks and letters we would beseech you
Never knowing what
Where or how you were thinking
Do you hear the voices in the night, Bobby?
They're crying for you
See the children in the morning light, Bobby
They're dying
Perhaps the pictures in the Times
Could no longer be put in rhymes
When all the eyes of starving
Children are wide open
You cast aside the cursed crown
And put your magic into a sound
That made me think
Your heart was aching or even broken
But if God hears my complaint
He will forgive you and so will I
With all respect I'll just relive you
And likewise, you must understand
These things we give you
Like these flowers at your door
And scribbled notes about the war
We're only saying the time is short
And there is work to do
And we're still marching in the streets
With little victories and big defeats
But there is joy and there is hope
And there's a place for you
And you have heard the voices in the night
Bobby they're crying for you
See the children in the morning light, Bobby
They're dying