Gather round on ma's knee,
to read this week's letter.
I wonder what will be,
we hope the news is better.
The men here die like flies ma,
I bandaged their blinded eyes ma,
And the kids with their aching feet
Ain't got nothing to eat ma.
The hospital has no door dad,
Soldiers lie on the floor dead,
Oh I did my best,
but I can't take anymore dad
Rachel's coming home
Rachel's coming home
Oh and I don't think she'll go away again
Rachel's seen the light
The world's too big to fight
and I don't think she'll go away again
My dear family
The world and people in it
But there's not a man black or white
Who can never hope to stop them