I'll put flowers at your feet And I will sing to you so sweet And hope my words will carry home to your heart You left us marching on the road And said how heavy was the load But the years were young, the struggle barely had its start Do you hear the voices in the night, Bobby? They're crying for you See the children in the morning light, Bobby? They're dying No one could say it like you said it We'd only try and just forget it You stood alone upon the mountain till it was sinking And in a frenzy we tried to reach you With looks and letters we would beseech you Never knowing what, where or how you were thinking Do you hear the voices in the night, Bobby? They're crying for you See the children in the morning light, Bobby? They're dying Perhaps the pictures in the times Could no longer be put in rhymes When all the eyes of starving children are wide open You cast aside the cursed crown And put your magic into a sound That made me think your heart was aching or even broken But if God hears my complaint, he will forgive you And so will I, with all respect I'll just relive you And likewise you must understand These things we give you Like these flowers at your door And scribbled notes about the war We're only saying that time is short And there is work to do And we're still marching on the streets With little victories and big defeats But there is joy and there is hope And there's a place for you And do you hear the voices in the night, Bobby? They're crying for you See the children in the morning light, Bobby? They're dying