David Rovics - In one world

^AmIn 1948 I fled my ^Fvillage The ^GStern Gang drove my family from the ^Amlands We ^Fran into the ^Cdesert Where I've ^Gspent these decades living by my ^Amhands Life in ^FHaifa wasn't ^Ceasy But so much ^Gbetter than this hellhole with the soldiers and barbed ^Amwire And the ^Fclosures, and the ^Chunger The humili^Gation and the checkpoints, the machine gun ^Amfire And each day I ^Fwonder after ^CHaifa The ^Ghome that we abandoned when the Zionists had ^Amwon Is there a ^Ffamily with a ^Cchild Does it's ^Gfather love it as I loved my only ^Cson Before the ^Fsoldiers shot him ^Cdown ^GRiddled him with bullets in his back and in his ^Amhead Home in ^FHaifa, in my ^Chouse Does someone's ^Gfather know the pain there is in an empty ^Ambed

In one ^Fworld In one ^Cvillage In one ^GHome Let us live ^Amtogether In one ^Fworld In one ^Cvillage In one ^GHome

^AmIn 1960 I fled my ^Fcountry ^GLeft the Tigris River for this foreign ^Amplace I had to ^Fleave home, I didn't ^Cwant to But they were ^Grounding up the leftists and the papers had my ^Amface And my ^Fson, a student ^Cleader On the ^Gstreets of Baghdad was nowhere to be ^Amfound So I ^Fwalked through the ^Cmountains Just the ^Gshirt upon my back, knowing not where I was ^Ambound Now here I ^Fam, this town of ^CHaifa ^GIn this little house, but at least I'm still ^Amalive And each night I ^Fwonder how is ^CBaghdad Would I ^Grecognize my friends if any did indeed ^Amsurvive It took a ^Flong time, but I made a ^Chome here And I ^Gwished my son could be here in this town upon the ^Amshore I was ^Fwith my wife, it was the ^CSabbath When an ^Gold Arab couple knocked upon our ^Amdoor

^AmWe asked them in, gave them ^Ftea For that's ^Gwhat you do with strangers, and we could see they meant no ^Amharm They told their ^Fstory, we told ^Cours Us ^Gof our life in Baghdad, them of their family ^Amfarm And of this ^Fhouse, which they once ^Clived in Where ^Gonce they raised a family, long before their hair turned ^Amgrey Of their ^Fson, and the ^Ctroopers And of ^Gours, who we cry for every ^Amday So much in ^Fcommon, so much gone ^Cbad ^GSo much running, and never coming ^Amhome You can hear the ^Fcards falling ^Cdown See the ^Gfaces of the children, forever forced to ^Amroam And here we ^Fwere, in this ^Chouse ^GFearing that tomorrow would be just like yester^Amday So much ^Fresentment, so much at ^Cstake And I ^Greally don't remember who was the first to ^Amsay

In one ^Fworld In one ^Cvillage In one ^GHome Let us live ^Amtogether In one ^Fworld In one ^Cvillage In one ^GHome