To Bobby

         G               Em              G              Em
I'll put flowers at your feet and I will sing to you so sweet
            C                D            G
And hope my words will carry home to your heart
            G               Em                G             Em
You left us marching on the road and said how heavy was the load
               C                   D              G
The years were young, the struggle barely had its start

       C
Do you hear the voices in the night, Bobby?
        Bm
They're crying for you
        C
See the children in the morning light, Bobby
        Bm
They're dying

             G               Em                 G            Em
No one could say it like you said it, we'd only try and just forget it
          C              D                    G
You stood alone upon the mountain till it was sinking
         G                  Em
And in a frenzy we tried to reach you
               G                Em
With looks and letters we would beseech you
      C                      D            G
Never knowing what, where or how you were thinking

       C
Do you hear the voices in the night, Bobby?
        Bm
They're crying for you
        C
See the children in the morning light, Bobby
        Bm
They're dying

            G               Em              G               Em
Perhaps the pictures in the Times could no longer be put in rhymes
             C                D                 G
When all the eyes of starving children are wide open
          G               Em                 G             Em
You cast aside the cursed crown and put your magic into a sound
             C                    D              G
That made me think your heart was aching or even broken

       Em           D                 C
But if God hears my complaint He will forgive you
            Em          D                    C
And so will I, with all respect, I'll just relive you
              Em            D                     C
And likewise, you must understand these things we give you

           G               Em                 G               Em
Like these flowers at your door and scribbled notes about the war
           C                  D                  G
We're only saying the time is short and there is work to do
                G               Em                  G                 Em
And we're still marching in the streets with little victories and big defeats
             C                D                  G
But there is joy and there is hope and there's a place for you

       C
Do you hear the voices in the night, Bobby?
        Bm
They're crying for you
        C
See the children in the morning light, Bobby
        Bm
They're dying

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