Boatpeople, refugees
women and children, on the high seas
Are you gonne stand by,
let them die
I can hear the children, crying

On Sunday at your local steeple
when you pray, remember
the boatpeople
And when you kneel down
say please don’t let the drown
when you kneel down
please don’t let them drown
I can hear the boats come a ground

In the hour of the Mayflower,
God gave the people the power
whenever they get the notion
to cross a mighty ocean
keep going on

Boatpeople, boatpeople, boatpeople
talking about them

(Lyrics by Tim O’Connor, the Hitchhiking poet)




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