
Date of issue: 31.12.2000
Song language: English
My Daughter |
She was picking yellow flowers |
Smiling at the sunlight |
Weaving stems to make a necklace |
Working hard to get it all right |
She reached out to trade it |
For the bread her mama brought her |
And when I looked into her eyes, I saw my daughter |
Her feet were bare as mine were |
When I grew up in the country |
And just like her I watched my mother |
Hanging out the laundry |
Now she’s grabbed some clothes and darted off |
And her mama chased and caught her |
And when I looked into her eyes, I saw my daughter |
She’s running down the alleyway |
Dust rising up behind her |
She hides beneath the rubble |
Where nobody can find her |
And when she tires and walks back home |
Mama tells her that she loves her |
And when I looked into her eyes, I saw my daughter |
And when the sun sets she is hungry |
But there’s no more bread to give her |
The cement floor is cold tonight |
And beneath the rags she shivers |
And as the jet planes scorch the sky |
She’s longing for her brother |
As the bombs fall in the distance |
She wonders, will the next one fall much closer |
It’s not so far to Baghdad |
And I could be her father |
'Cause when I looked into her eyes, I saw my daughter |
When I looked into her eyes, I saw my daughter |
Name | Year |
---|---|
Bomb Ourselves | 2006 |
The Draft Is Coming | 2006 |
Ballad of a Cluster Bomb | 2006 |