Where have all the children gone?
Who will hear their silent song
Many never cry the tears nor learn the infant dance
Mother, won't you keep your young
Or are they in the balance hung
On games of chance and circ*mstance?
O, save the children!
And a cry of desperation is rising up in all the land
When the cold wind blows the helpless suffer the sin
Some will only see the grave
Who will care enough to save?
Or is the heart become too hard to love the little ones?
Mother, won't you keep your young
Or are they in the balance hung
On games of chance and circ*mstance?
O, save the children!
And a cry of desperation is rising up in all the land
When the cold wind blows the helpless suffer the sin
Mother, is your blood running cold?
You don't care to pay the price
The innocent have never been told
They will be the sacrifice
And a cry of desperation is rising up in all the land
When the cold wind blows the helpless suffer the sin
Some will end in tragedy
Some will never be set free
From games of chance
And circ*mstance
O, God, save the children!