Bruce Cockburn Tropic Moon Lyrics

Tropic Moon Lyrics

Away from the river Away from the smoke of the burning Fearful survivors Subject
of government directives One sad guitar note Echoes of the wall of the jungle
Seen from the air they're just targets with nowhere to run to 



Children of rape Raised on malnutrition Men in camouflage Filled with a
sense of mission Light through the wire mesh Plays on the president's pistol
Like the gleam of a bead of sweat in the flow of a candle 



Hear
the cry in the tropic night Should be the cry of love but it's a cry of fright
Some people never see the light Till it shines through bullet holes 



The tropic moon Bathing a beach fringed with palms Glitters on shells And
beach tar and coke cans And on the night-coloured boat And on the barrels of
guns In the rage in the hearts of these men is the seed of a wind they call
Kingdom Come 



Hear the cry...