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PEACEWORKER'S FAREWELL

 

 Oh my parents, I am leaving,

not to set your hearts to grieving

But to do the work of love you taught so well.

For this country's going crazy,

It's leaders fat and lazy,

And there's no one else to do this work of peace.

 Chorus

   So I'll be back when all these bombs stop falling

   When all these fears and wars are laid to rest.

   Ah, it's love that has drawn me

   I can feel it all around me

   Right here within the family I call home.

 

 Now the bombs are falling daily

And the people's minds grow hazy,

They duck, and grit their teeth, and slog on through.

They don't want to read their papers,

Or know what their taxes pay for,

This wholesale murder crying out for peace.

Chorus  Right here among the friends I call my home.

 

Every morning, very early

Just as soon as I hear birds sing,

I lift my face up to the rising sun.

Even though the cold is bitter

In the windy dead of winter

Its warming touch can bring me hope of peace.

 

Chorus . . . Right here within the heart I call my home

      Chorus. . . Right here within the family I call home.

 

c 2002 Rachel Nelson

08/28/2012                         Copyright  BardLive Music     2012