Cambodia
We've watched them leaving,Seen their ragged flightChildren of the jungle,Mothers of the nightA boy of ten by the roadside liesHears his future in whispers and criesAnd clutching a tiny Buddha charmA baby dies in his mother's arms
Is there only sorrow in Cambodia?Is there no tomorrow in Cambodia?
Leaving the graves of your ancestorsAfter a thousand yearsLeaving a few belongingsAfter a thousand tearsHow come you never left beforeThrough bombing, famine and flood?Are the rivers useless nowSpilling over with blood?
Is there only sorrow in Cambodia?Is there no tomorrow in Cambodia?
I hear there are very few childrenFrom ages one to fiveIt takes more than jungle leavesTo keep the young ones aliveI hear some of the rice got throughThe outside's trying to send to youThere 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 youPeople of Kampuchea, Cambodia
A little way in from the borderIn the crowded campsI've seen mothers giving birth,Seen beautiful orphans danceAn old man turns and covers his eyes,He was never supposed to cryWith sons and daughters and home and wifeTaken from him in his autumn life
Should we try and feed you, say hello to youOld man of Kampuchea, Kampuchea, Cambodia
Call another conference,Write another songDeliver another ton of riceAnd hope it gets where it belongsAnd rival teams of bandits areReally the only choiceEven if the people had their bellies filled,Even if the people had a voice
And meanwhile, lovers are caught in the crossfireChildren are caught in the barbed wireMilitary sinks in the mireLet 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 youPeople of Kampuchea, Kampuchea, Cambodia