Scream In Vain - Bob Geldof

Money in my pocket down at Scream In Vain

Come on

Lambs led to the slaughter

They cut you in second down at Scream In Vain

Come on

Lambs led to the slaughter

Sweet Yams in the fields of Harbo

Made me feel better

They took the straw from off the roof

To make the fire catch as it should

They boil the water and they cook the roots

For them it’s new

For me old fruits

But more precious now than it’s ever been

We share the food in the noonday heat

Sweet Yams in the fields of Harbo

The mountains roll

Green on green

The mountains roll

Green on green