Cambodia Songtext
von Joan Baez

We have watched them leaving
Seen their ragged flight
Families of the jungle
Mothers of the night
Boy of ten by the roadside lies
Hears his future in whispers and cries
Clutching a tiny Buddha charm
A baby dies in his mother′s arms

Is there only sorrow in Cambodia?
Is there no tomorrow in Cambodia?

Leaving the graves of your ancestors
After a thousand years
Leaving a few belongings
After a thousand tears
How come you never left before
Through bombing, famine and flood?
Are the rivers useless now
Spilling over with blood?


Is there only sorrow in Cambodia?
Is there no tomorrow, no tomorrow in Cambodia?

I hear there are very few children
From ages one to five
It takes more than jungle leaves
To keep the young ones alive
I hear some of the rice got through
The outside's trying to send to you
There you sit in the ruins of war
The doctors are knocking at your door

Is there only sorrow, only sorrow in Cambodia?
Is there no tomorrow, no tomorrow in Cambodia?

Still we′ll try and feed you, try and go to you
People of Kampuchea, Kampuchea, Cambodia

Call another conference
And write another song

And deliver another ton of rice
And hope it gets where it belongs
And rival teams of bandits
Would be the only choice


Even if the people had their bellies filled
And even if the people had a voice
Meanwhile, lovers are killed in the crossfire
Children are caught in the barbed wire
Military sinks in the mire
Let me show to you

Is there only sorrow, only sorrow in Cambodia?
Is there no tomorrow, no tomorrow in Cambodia?

Still we'll try and feed you, try and feed you, try and go to you
People of Kampuchea, Kampuchea, Kampuchea, Cambodia