[00:10.20]We've watched them leaving, seen their ragged flight
[00:16.58]Farmilies of the jungle, mothers of the night
[00:24.61]A boy of ten by the roadside lies
[00:28.23]Hears his future in whispers and cries
[00:33.07]And clutching a tiny Buddha charm
[00:36.40]A baby dies in his mother's arms
[00:41.68]Is there only sorrow in Cambodia?
[00:48.11]Is there no tomorrowin Cambodia?
[00:58.23]Leaving the graves of your ancestors after a thousand years
[01:05.03]Leaving a few belongings after a thousand tears
[01:13.44]How come you never left before through bombing, famine and flood?
[01:20.79]Are the rivers useless now spilling over with blood?
[01:28.82]Is there only sorrow in Cambodia?
[01:35.51]Is there no tomorrow, no tomorrow in Cambodia?
[01:47.04]I hear there are very few children from ages one to five
[01:53.64]It takes more than jungle leaves to keep the young ones alive
[02:00.27]I hear some of the rice got through the outside's trying to send to you
[02:08.53]There you sit in the ruins of war, the doctors are knocking at your door
[02:16.77]Is there only sorrow, only sorrow in Cambodia?
[02:25.15]Is there no tomorrow, no tomorrow in Cambodia?
[02:33.25]Still we'll try and feed you, try and go to you
[02:40.10]People of Kampuchea, Kampuchea, Cambodia
[02:52.10]Call another conference, write another song
[02:58.47]Deliver another ton of rice and hope it gets where it belongs
[03:04.54]And rival teams of bandits are really the only choice
[03:11.35]Even if the people had their bellies filled, even if the people had a voice
[03:17.20]And meanwhile lovers are killed in the crossfire
[03:21.30]Children are caught in the barbed wire
[03:24.44]Military sinks in the mire
[03:27.07]Let me show it to you
[03:32.58]Is there only sorrow, only sorrow in Cambodia?
[03:40.96]Is there no tomorrow, no tomorrow in Cambodia?
[03:48.97]Still we'll try and feed you, try and feed to you, try in Cambodia
[03:57.01]People of Kampuchea, Kampuchea, Kampuchea, Cambodia