Bob Geldof - Scream in Vain lyrics

Money in my pocket down at Scream In Vain Come on Lambs led to the slaughter They cut you in second down at Scream In Vain Come on Lambs led to the slaughter Sweet Yams in the fields of Harbo Made me feel better They took the straw from off the roof To make the fire catch as it should They boil the water and they cook the roots For them it's new For me old fruits But more precious now than it's ever been We share the food in the noonday heat Sweet Yams in the fields of Harbo The mountains roll Green on green The mountains roll Green on green