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
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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