You set us marching along the road
And said how heavy was the load
But the years were young
The struggle bearly had its start
You have seen the children in the night crying
Seen the children in the morning light dying
Perhaps the pictures in the Times
Could no longer be put in rhymes
But 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
You stood alone upon the mountain til 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
But if God hears my complaint
He will forgive you
And so will I with all respect I'll just relive you
Like these flowers at your door
And scribbled notes about the war
We're only saying that time is short
And there is work to do
And we're still marching along 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 seen the children in the night Bobby
Seen the children in the morning light Bobby
