Ward's Songs

AMERICA

(Tune: America, by Neil Diamond)

Far. Bombs come from afar,
From a country whose flag has fifty stars.

Free. Only want to be free
From the horror raged upon the open sea.

On the boats and with their planes bombs come from America.
With destruction so insane bombs come from America.

Home, don't it seem so far away,
When your fishing boat does lay
In the path of the bomb, in the path of the bomb?

War. Don’t want a war in this place,
But they know not to feel disgrace,
Their bombs’ blight burning hot, their bombs’ blight burning hot.

Everywhere around the world they're coming from America.
Every time a bomb is hurled it’s likely from America.
Like a dream their bombs do flare they're coming from America.
Like a dream turned to nightmare they're coming from America.

They're coming from America.
They're coming from America.
They're coming from America.
They're coming from America.
Today, today, today, today, today.

That country murderous be. (today)
From its bombs we do flee. (today)
In fear I sing. (today) In fear I sing today.