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lyrics of 1960s
TO BOBBY I'll put flowers
at your feet and I will sing to you so sweet And hope my
words will carry home to your heart You left us
marching on the road and said how heavy was the load The years were
young, the struggle barely had its start Do you hear the
voices in the night, Bobby? They're crying
for you See the children
in the morning light, Bobby They're dying No one could say
it like you said it, we'd only try and just forget it You stood alone
upon the mountain till 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 Do you hear the
voices in the night, Bobby? They're crying
for you See the children
in the morning light, Bobby They're dying Perhaps the
pictures in the Times could no longer be put in rhymes When 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 But if God hears
my complaint He will forgive you And so will I,
with all respect, I'll just relive you And likewise,
you must understand these things we give you Like these
flowers at your door and scribbled notes about the war We're only
saying the time is short and there is work to do And we're still
marching in 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
heard the voices in the night, Bobby They're crying
for you See the children
in the morning light, Bobby |
