Children Of Children

When I was younger, much younger than now

I thought I could change the world

I thought I could help all the people who suffered

I'd help the world get well

So I saved up my pennies and gave them to teacher

To send to the children out there

Those children who suffered from hungerand disease

Those children with no one to care

And do some of those children

have children of their own?

The children of children full grown

When I was younger, much younger than now

I thought I could change your minds

I thought, with a song that was truthwithout question

Problems would fade and die

So I sang about love and I sang about freedom

And children who die for a word

And I was not alone

There were many more singing

So many the world must have heard

Still children go hungry with comfort unknown

The children of children full grown

Children of nights well meant

Children of love long spent

Children of tears unwept

Children of joy

Children of sorrow

Children, our hope for tomorrow

And children go hungry with comfort unknown

The children of children full grown

When I was younger, much younger than now

I truly believed in our time

The flowers, the kaftans, the beads and the bells

The peace and the love we would find

We thought we were different

We thought we were new

How they must have laughed in their graves

They knew we'd grow tired

They knew we'd grow bored

They knew we'd "grow up" as they say

And children go hungry with comfort unknown

The children of children full grown

Children of nights well meant

Children of love long spent

Children of tears unwept

Children of joy

Children of sorrow

Children, our hope for tomorrow