There's a little boy in America just walking off to
school.
There's a little girl in Australia who just learned her Golden
Rule.
There's a family in Great Britain sitting down to morning tea.
Oh won't you please accept
This gift . . .
This gift to you, from me.
From one Iraqi child who was crushed by the stones,
From one Iraqi child who was burnt to ash and bone,
By some young soldier just doing what he was told,
By a more experienced soldier, who meant well, but should have
known,
While words like 'Liberation' and 'Democracy' were spun,
I was sleeping in my bed when I felt the mighty guns,
I was dreaming of my mother when my arms embraced your bombs,
I was dreaming of tomorrow but tomorrow won't ever come.
I was sleeping, I was dreaming,
I was loved by someone,
But now that's all gone.
There's a father at Fort Bliss there to meet his soldier
son,
There's a mother proud in Melbourne to be on the side that won,
There's a politician in London whose re-election has just begun,
Oh won't you please accept
This gift . . .
This gift from one so young.
From one Iraqi child who was crushed by the stones,
From one Iraqi child who was burnt to ash and bone,
By some young soldier just doing what he was told,
By another older soldier who meant well, but should have known.
While words like 'Liberation' and 'Democracy' were spun,
I was sleeping in my bed when I felt the mighty guns,
I was reaching for my mother but my arms embraced your bombs,
I was reaching for tomorrow but tomorrow won't ever come.
I was sleeping, I was dreaming,
I was loved by someone,
But now that's all gone.
To the little boy in America just walking off to school.
To the little girl in Australia who just learned her Golden Rule.
To the family in Great Britain sitting down to morning tea.
Oh won't you please accept
This gift . . .
This gift to you, from me.
Gift (from One Iraqi Child)
live-in-concert
Darebin Arts Centre, VIC