In the dark continents of famine
The swollen bellied children stare
But apathy defeats despair
Unfortunates in place and time
Surely someday the bells must chime for you
Chorus:
To have and to hold
The have nots have always been told
Their day will come
So they sit and watch and wait
While fate fails to deliver
They sit and shiver through the cold light of day
In the mean lands of the plenty
In empty rooms everywhere
The sad eyed lovers stare
At letters or at telephones
Praying for loved ones to come home again
Chorus
The waiting and the yearning
The burning turning inside out
The silent shout of need
Gentle tempting whispered greed
Will twist your heart and turn your head about