There's Anger in the Land - Peter, Paul and Mary

There’s grievin' in the country

There’s sorrow in the sand

There’s sobbin' in the shanty

And there’s anger in the land

A woman broods in silence

Close beside an open door;

Flung on her flimsy doorstep

Lies a corpse upon the floor

«you'll not ask me why I’m silent»

The woman said to me;

Her two eyes blazed in anger

And her throat throbbed agony

Once my heart could cry in sorrow

Now it lies there on the floor

In the ashes by the hearthstone;

They can’t hurt it anymore

Oh, let the wind go cryin' yonder

In the tree-tops by the spring

Let it’s voice be soft and feelin'

Like it was a livin' thing

There’s grievin' in the country

There’s sorrow in the sand

There’s sobbin' in the shanty

And there’s anger in the land