Tropic Moon Lyrics - Rumours Of Glory - Bruce Cockburn

Away from the river 

Away from the smoke of the burning 

Fearful survivors 

Subject of government directives 

One sad guitar note 

Echoes of the wall of the jungle 

Seen from the air they're just targets with nowhere to run to 

Children of rape 

Raised on malnutrition 

Men in camouflage 

Filled with a sense of mission 

And the light through the wire mesh 

Plays on the president's pistol 

Like the gleam of a bead of sweat in the flow of a candle 

Hear the cry in the tropic night 

Should be the cry of love but it's a cry of fright 

Some people never see the light 

Till it shines through bullet holes 

Till it shines through bullet holes 

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The tropic moon 

Bathing a beach fringed with palms 

Glitters on shells 

And beach tar and coke cans 

And on the night-coloured boat 

And on the barrels of guns 

In the rage in the hearts of these men is the seed of a wind they call kingdom 

Come 

Hear the cry in the tropic night 

Should be the cry of love but it's a cry of fright 

Some people never see the light 

Till it shines through bullet holes 

Till it shines through bullet holes 

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Hear the cry in the tropic night 

Should be the cry of love but it's a cry of fright 

Some people never see the light 

Till it shines through bullet holes 

Till it shines through bullet holes