Intro :
We've watched them l eaving, seen their ragged fl ight
Children of the jung le, mot hers of the night
A boy of ten by the roadsi de lies
Hear s his future in whispers and cr ies
And clutching a tiny Buddha c harm
A ba by dies in his mother's arms
Is there only sorrow in C / ambodia ?
Is there no tomorrow in Cambodia ?
Leaving the graves of your ance stors af ter a thousand years
Leaving a few belon gings after a thous and tears
How come you never left before through bombing, fam ine and flood ?
Are the rivers us eless now spilling over wit h blood ?
Is there only sorrow in C / ambodia ?
Is there no tomorrow no tomorrow in Cambodia ?
I hear there are very few chi ldren from ages on e to five
It ta kes more than jungl e leaves to ke ep the young ones ali ve
I hear some of the rice got through t he o utside's trying to send to you
There you sit in the rui ns of w ar, the do ctors are knocking at your door
Is there only sorrow in C / ambodia ?
Is there no tomorrow in Cambodia ?
Still we will try and feed you, try and go to you
People of Kampuchea, Cambodia
Call another confere nce, wri te another song
Deliver another ton o f rice and hop e it gets wh ere it belongs
And rival teams o f bandits Will b e the o nly choice
Even if the people had their belli es filled, a nd even i f the peopl e had a voice
And meanwhile,
lovers are caught in the crossfire Children are caught in the barbed wire
Military sinks in the m ire Let m e sh ow it t o you
Is there only sorrow, onl / y 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
Finale :
