Feed The Children Lyrics
Cindy Larson Feed The Children
Verse One:
Starving little children...with no hope in sight...
For the red, yellow....brown, black and white...
Crying for help...in the still of the night....
Hunger's the real war to fight....
Verse Two:
Harvest fields are dried up...hunger's all that will grow...
A mother with child...she carries...dies slow....
Famine sickness...desert sands start to blow...
From this world into God's arms they go...
[CHO] HUNGRY AND HURTING INSIDE....
SURROUNDED BY WARS OF FALSE PRIDE....
WHY CAN'T WE SET HURTING ASIDE....
AND FEED THE CHILDREN...DYING OUTSIDE.....
Verse Three:
Standing alone...braving bitter old winds....
Children are God's special friends....
Hungry and hurting in war no one wins....
Forgive us, O God how we've sinned....
Repeat The Chorus
[CHO] HUNGRY AND HURTING INSIDE....
SURROUNDED BY WARS OF FALSE PRIDE....
WHY CAN'T WE SET HURTING ASIDE....
AND FEED THE CHILDREN...DYING OUTSIDE.....
[Music Reprise/Partial Chorus from second line]
The Tag
Why can't we set hurting aside....
And feed the children....
Dying......outside.......
Starving little children...with no hope in sight...
For the red, yellow....brown, black and white...
Crying for help...in the still of the night....
Hunger's the real war to fight....
Verse Two:
Harvest fields are dried up...hunger's all that will grow...
A mother with child...she carries...dies slow....
Famine sickness...desert sands start to blow...
From this world into God's arms they go...
[CHO] HUNGRY AND HURTING INSIDE....
SURROUNDED BY WARS OF FALSE PRIDE....
WHY CAN'T WE SET HURTING ASIDE....
AND FEED THE CHILDREN...DYING OUTSIDE.....
Verse Three:
Standing alone...braving bitter old winds....
Children are God's special friends....
Hungry and hurting in war no one wins....
Forgive us, O God how we've sinned....
Repeat The Chorus
[CHO] HUNGRY AND HURTING INSIDE....
SURROUNDED BY WARS OF FALSE PRIDE....
WHY CAN'T WE SET HURTING ASIDE....
AND FEED THE CHILDREN...DYING OUTSIDE.....
[Music Reprise/Partial Chorus from second line]
The Tag
Why can't we set hurting aside....
And feed the children....
Dying......outside.......




