I am afraid the the chords has moved a little



The Sands of Sudan
               D               A                G                D
There´s a withering child on the sands of Sudan
D                         F#m       G                A7
His Body ´s too weak to hold out his hand
D                        A                   G             D
And beg for the bread that he might get today
   D                                              A7                  D
For the bird in the sky from the west´s on it´s way
A7                      D                G               D
He looks up with anguish and grief in his face
D                         G                D                A7
The first world is coming but coming too late
D                            A             G                D
His young sister ´s body lies dead in the sand
   D                                                    A7               D
As the bird from the west drops it´s load on the land


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


The vultures look down from African sky
On one living hell as they wait for their pray
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 as 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


There´s a withering child on the sands of Sudan
His body 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