We've watched them leaving, seen their ragged flight Farmilies 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 tomorrowin 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, 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 knocking at your door 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 go to you People 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 bandits are really the only choice Even if the people had their bellies filled, even if the people had a voice And meanwhile lovers are killed 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 feed to you, try in Cambodia People of Kampuchea, Kampuchea, Kampuchea, Cambodia
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