The sun rises slowly over the hills, Everywhere is golden sunlight but still Most nights with sad tales are crowded Their days with dark clouds are shrouded They dont smile and they never will, Only vultures get their fill. Empty promises is what they hear No running water from year to year Hearts that know one desire - That if there is a Messiah, Someday Hed hear their whispered prayer. Cupboard always bare and scanty Ten people in a one-bedroom shanty Forced to sell on the pavement No vacancies, no employment Cant tell firecracker from gunshot Blood does flow when things get hot Ah fraid to look out mih window To hear voices from the ghetto... [Crying,] crying [crying] ay Lord, Lord [crying] crying, voices from the ghetto [Crying,] crying [crying] Lord, Lord, Lord [crying] aye ay, voices from the ghetto Help us Father! Oh, Lord!
Posted on: Mon, 22 Sep 2014 04:16:17 +0000
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