Barbara Dane
Barbara Dane
Barbara Dane
Barbara Dane
Barbara Dane
Barbara Dane
Barbara Dane
Barbara Dane
Barbara Dane
Barbara Dane
Barbara Dane
Barbara Dane
Barbara Dane
Barbara Dane
The world's too much for me
It's getting so
Too much needs doing here
That I can't do
For me, it's not too bad
I can't complain
But somewhere a kid without a coat
Stands in the bitter rain
The world's too much for me
It's like the end
Too many helpless ones
I can't defend
I can protect myself
From cold and pain
I can't complain
But somewhere a hungry kid
Walks in the bitter rain
The world's too much for me
Although I've tried
Too much goes on, too much
I can't abide
The old give orders
And the young are slain
And somewhere a bleeding kid
Dies in the bitter rain