Joan Baez - Oh, Little Child Lyrics




Oh, little child, see how the flower
You pluck bleeds on the iron ground
Bend down, your ears may catch its voice
A passionless, low sobbing sound

Oh, man, put up your sword and see
The brother that you did to death
There is no hatred in his eye
No curses crackle in his breath





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