作曲:Binh Van Nong
作词:Binh Van Nong
He stands one night and basket tight
A heavy load in the morning light
A prayer escapes his weathered lips
For food to fill those empty ships
He's fighting for the ones I hold
Where every day the hungers grow
With worn out clothes
He walks alone
The fields the river calling him home
The roof leaks the foot runs thin
Yet still he wears that weary grin
He weaves his life with hands so strong
For those he loves he's carried on
The road leaks the food runs thin
Yet still he wears that weary grin
He weaves his life with hands so strong
For those he loves he's carried on
He's fighting for the ones at home
Where every day the hunger's grown
With worn out clothes
He walks alone
The fields the river calling you home
He dreams of days where hope was bright
When every catch could change the plight
But now the land is dry and warm
Still he rises with each dawn
He's fighting for the one that's at home
Where every day the hunger is grown
With worn out clothes
He walks alone
The fields the river calling you home
He's fighting for the ones at home
Where every day the hungers grow
With worn out clothes
He walks alone
The fields the rivers calling him home
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