Lyrics

She sat by the water while her thoughts flowed about her
The heart in her breast, it seemed like a stone
For the life that she carried was no longer there
The cruel knife did its work and she's alone
Now there's no one to turn to, there's nowhere to go
She's so scared of leaving, but afraid to go home
"This isn't the way they'd said it would be"
Said the note left behind as she fell to the sea

And what will ye do about me?
Tell me, what will ye do about me?
Don't cast me aside, out of sight out of mind
Tell me, what will ye do about me?

Down on the cobbles the ragman is lying
A bag tied with twine holds all that he owns
The woman he married is lo longer there
The cruel drink did its work, and now he's alone
There's no one to turn to, there's no place to go
No job, no money, no place to call home
"This isn't the way they said it would be,"
Said the look in his eyes as he turned them on me

From a tenement cellar a young man came stumbling
Tracks of the needle stood bold on his arm
His age, barely twenty, but his eyes are so empty
The junk took its toll, his life nearly gone
There's no one to turn to, no place for relief
He can't hold a job so he must play the thief
"This isn't the way they said it would be"
Said the man trapped inside him as he longed to be free

They came o'er the water to escape all the slaughter
Their country was torn by the mad dogs of war
The freedom we'd offered was no longer there
It had vanished like mist when their boats touched the shore
Now there's no one to turn to, no place to find peace
Their babies are hungry, their crying won't cease
The isn't the way they said it would be
And still no one offers to bring them relief

When men here are hurting and children they cry
When women are lifting their face to the sky
With hope disappearing and their backs to the wall
Now tell to me, Christian, who'll answer the call?
Oh we can't ignore them, the Church cannot sleep
If we sow indifference then what will we reap?
We may have the answer right here in our hand
But how can we help with our head in the sand?