Sing me a song of the poor,
The staccato rumble of hunger,
The wail of bloated-bellied babes.
Sing me a song of the poor,
So I can orchestrate a symphony of love.
Sing me a song of the poor,
The soft flip-flop of tired aching feet,
That trudge along in search of food.
Sing me a song of the poor,
So I can orchestrate a symphony of love.
Sing me a song of the poor,
The sighs, cries and fears of the homeless,
Whimpers from a shivering child.
Sing me a song of the poor,
So I can orchestrate a symphony of love.
Sing me a song of the poor,
the hunger rumble,
the bloated-belly wail,
the flip-flop of tired feet,
the sign and cry,
the whimper,
And I will orchestrate
the symphony of love.