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Lyr Req: Sands of Sudan (from The Dubliners)

05 Jun 08 - 04:10 AM (#2357959)
Subject: Is this a Jon Heslop song?
From: GUEST,Jane

I have found a song called Sands of Sudan which someone said was a Jon Heslop song. Can anyone help? The first verse is something like

There's a withering child on the sands of Sudan
His body's too weak to hold out his hand,
And beg for the bread that he might get today,
For the Bird in the Sky from the West's on its way.


05 Jun 08 - 04:40 AM (#2357976)
Subject: RE: Is this a Jon Heslop song?
From: Hawker

No, not a Jon Heslop song, It is On 'The Dubliners 30 years a-greying' CD, where it is credited to Forde/Howard. A lovely song indeed.
Cheers, Lucy


05 Jun 08 - 12:49 PM (#2358424)
Subject: RE: Is this a Jon Heslop song?
From: Cats

No, Jon said he definitley didn't write this one!


05 Jun 08 - 02:41 PM (#2358536)
Subject: Lyr Add: SANDS OF SUDAN (Dubliners; Forde/Howard)
From: Peace

"Sands of Sudan" by the Dubliners, credited to Forde/Howard.

(Thanks, Hawker.)

There's a withering child on the sands of Sudan
His body's too weak to hold out his hand
And beg for the bread that he might get today
For the bird in the sky from the West's on its way
He looks up with anguish and grieve in his face
The first world is coming, but coming too late
His young sister's body lies dead in the sand
As the bird from the West drops it's load on the land

The vultures looked down from an African sky
On one living hell as they wait for their prey
The hardship and suffering too great to believe
These poor hungry people they need some relief
The West's anxious faces look on in despair
From the comfort of home where we lounge in a chair
And shed a few tears for the victims that die
On video-screens that we've saved up to buy

So what is more cruel, is it nature or men
As thousands more perish on the sand of Sudan
And what price to pay for a small bag of grain
That the West throws away for its profit and gain

There's a withering child on the sands of Sudan
His body's too weak to hold out his hand
And beg for the bread that he might get today
For the bird in the sky from the west's on its way