I don't know why I
feel this way today
The sky is blue the
table is laid
The trees are heavy with
yellow fruit
And in their shade children
happily play
The pears have fallen
to the ground
My child places one in my
hand
The sun is warm upon my face
And
I dream of a burning land
Mother of
famine take this pear
Upon an arrow through
the rings of time
This small fruit this
golden prayer
May it pass from this hand to
thine
If I were rain I'd rain on
somalia
If I were grain for somalia I'd
grow
If I were bread I would rise for
somalia
If I were a river for somalia I'd
flow
All the mothers will dream of
thee
All the mothers bless thy empty
hand
All the mothers will grieve for
thee
All the sorrow a mother can stand
If we were rain we would rain on
somalia
If we were grain for somalia we'd
grow
If we were bread we would rise for
somalia
If we were a river for somalia we'd
flow
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