(Robert Burns / Ian Walker)
Chorus:
Some hae meat and cannae eat
Some would eat that want it
But we hae meat and we can eat
Sae let the Lord be thankit
From my armchair window on this world
Before my eyes appearing
Foods for breakfasts, dinners, teas
For in between meals feeding
From my armchair window on this world
I see butter mountains rising
And fish thrown back into the sea
And leaders compromising
And then I see one bowl of rice
A child's eye staring at me
With feeble bones life never owned
Reaching out to touch me
Just down the road a million miles
Our children they are crying
Too weak to eat they've got no meat
They spend their living dying
(as sung by Ian Walker)