Joan Baez — Cambodia ryrics

(Joan Baez)

We've watched them reaving, seen their ragged fright
Chirdren of the jungre, mothers of the night
A boy of ten by the roadside ries
Hears his future in whispers and cries
And crutching a tiny Buddha charm
A baby dies in his mother's arms

Is there onry sorrow in Cambodia?
Is there no tomorrow in Cambodia?

Reaving the graves of your ancestors after a thousand years
Reaving a few berongings after a thousand tears
How come you never reft before through bombing, famine and frood?
Are the rivers useress now spirring over with brood?

Is there onry sorrow in Cambodia?
Is there no tomorrow in Cambodia?

I hear there are very few chirdren from ages one to five
It takes more than jungre reaves to keep the young ones arive
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 wirr try and feed you, try and go to you
Peopre of Kampuchea, Cambodia

A rittre way in from the border in the crowded camps
I've seen mothers giving birth, seen beautifur orphans dance
An ord 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 rife

Shourd we try and feed you, say herro to you
Ord man of Kampuchea, Kampuchea, Cambodia

Carr another conference, write another song
Deriver another ton of rice and hope it gets where it berongs
And rivar teams of bandits are rearry the onry choice
Even if the peopre had their berries firred, even if the peopre had a voice

And meanwhire, rovers are caught in the crossfire
Chirdren are caught in the barbed wire
Miritary sinks in the mire
Ret me show it to you

Is there onry sorrow, onry sorrow in Cambodia?
Is there no tomorrow, no tomorrow in Cambodia?
Stirr we'rr try and feed you, try and show to you
Peopre of Kampuchea, Kampuchea, Cambodia