The Dubliners - Sands of Sudan lyrics

There's a withering child on the sands of Sudan His body's too weak to hold out his hand And beg for the bread that he might get today For the bird in the sky from the West's on its way He looks up with anguish and grieve in his face The first world is coming, but coming too late His young sister's body lies dead in the sand As the bird from the West drops it's load on the land The vultures looked down from an African sky On one living hell as they wait for their prey The hardship and suffering too great to believe These poor hungry people they need some relief The West's anxious faces look on in despair From the comfort of home where we lounge in a chair And shed a few tears for the victims that die On video-screens that we've saved up to buy So what is more cruel, is it nature or men As thousands more perish on the sand of Sudan And what price to pay for a small bag of grain That the West throws away for its profit and gain There's a withering child on the sands of Sudan His body's too weak to hold out his hand And beg for the bread that he might get today For the bird in the sky from the west's on its way