John Mccutcheon - In the Streets of Sarajevo lyrics

He was there one Sunday morning At the corner of the square In a freshly pressed tuxedo In a simple folding chair Just after curfew lifted When everything was still He played his cello In the morning chill In the streets of Sarajevo A place of flame and d**h This music so surprising The whole world held its breath And each morning he returned To that spot and he would play In the streets of Sarajevo every day And every day he made me wonder Where did he ever find The music midst the madness The courage to be kind The long forgotten beauty We thought was blown away In the streets of Sarajevo every day And many was the day The soldiers asked him who he was They warned him of the danger In doing what he does Many said that he was crazy To risk his life in such a way On the streets of Sarajevo every day I wish someone could tell me Who is crazy, who is sane Those who stand in protest Or those who drop these bombs like rain Those who fill our lives with d**h In this place where children play On the streets of Sarajevo every day So I come here in defiance And to add a bit of grace To try to ease the awful hatred And the horror of this place To remember there is beauty No matter what they say In the streets of Sarajevo every day And every day I see them Those who will not stand aside Who refuse to be defeated Who rage against the tide They are a glimmer in the darkness The rolling of the stone A message in a bottle From the distant shores of home And every day he made me wonder Where did he ever find The music 'midst the madness And the courage to be kind The long-forgotten beauty We thought was blown away In the streets of Sarajevo And in the streets of Tel Aviv And in the streets of Jakarta And in the streets of every city every day