Cambodia lyrics

We've watched them leaving,

Seen their ragged flight

Children 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 tomorrow in 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 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 waiting at your door

And we will try and feed you, try and go to you

People of Kampuchea, Cambodia

A little way in from the border

In the crowded camps

I've seen mothers giving birth,

Seen beautiful orphans dance

An old 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 life

Should we try and feed you, say hello to you

Old man 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 caught 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 show to you

People of Kampuchea, Kampuchea, Cambodia