Orphans Of Wealth Words & Music by Don McLean
There is no time to discuss or debate What is right, what is wrong for our people Time has run out for all those who wait With bent limbs and minds that are feeble
And the rain falls and blows through their window And the snow falls and blows through their door And the seasons revolve 'mid their sounds of starvation When the tides rise, they cover the floor
And they come from the north And they come from the south And they come from the hills and they valleys And they're migrants and farmers And miners and humans Our census neglected to tally
And the rain falls and blows through their window And the snow falls and blows through their door And the seasons revolve 'mid their sounds of starvation When the tides rise, they cover the floor
And they're African, Mexican, Caucasian, Indian Hungry and hopeless Americans The orphans of wealth and of adequate health Disowned by this nation they live in
And with weather-worn hands On bread lines they stand Yet but one more degradation Yes, and they're treated like tramps While we sell them food stamps This thriving and prosperous nation
And the rain falls and blows through their window And the snow falls and blows through their door And the seasons revolve 'mid their sounds of starvation When the tides rise, they cover the floor
And with roaches and rickets and rats in the thickets Infested, diseased, and decaying With rags and no shoes and skin sores that ooze By the poisonous pools they are playing
In shacks of two rooms that are rotting wood tombs With corpses breathing inside them Yes, and we pity their plight as they call in the night And we do all that we can do to hide them
And the rain falls and blows through their window And the snow falls in white drifts that fold And the tides rise with floods in the nursery
And a child is crying He's hungry and cold His life has been sold His young face looks old It's the face of America dying
I cried when I frist heard this powerful song way back when. I am crying once again as I type this. So sad so little has changed in all those years.
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