And hope my words will carry home to your heart
 You left us marching on the road and said how heavy was the load
 The years were young, the struggle barely had its start
 Do you hear the voices in the night, Bobby?
 They're crying for you
 See the children in the morning light, Bobby
 They're dying

 No one could say it like you said it, we'd only try and just forget it
 You stood alone upon the mountain till it was sinking
 And in a frenzy we tried to reach you
 With looks and letters we would beseech you
 Never knowing what, where or how you were thinking
 Do you hear the voices in the night, Bobby?
 They're crying for you
 See the children in the morning light, Bobby
 They're dying

 Perhaps the pictures in the Times could no longer be put in rhymes
 When all the eyes of starving children are wide open
 You cast aside the cursed crown and put your magic into a sound
 That made me think your heart was aching or even broken
 But if God hears my complaint He will forgive you
 And so will I, with all respect, I'll just relive you
 And likewise, you must understand these things we give you

 Like these flowers at your door and scribbled notes about the war
 We're only saying the time is short and there is work to do
 And we're still marching in the streets with little victories and big defeats
 But there is joy and there is hope and there's a place for you
 And you have heard the voices in the night, Bobby
 They're crying for you
 See the children in the morning light, Bobby
 They're dying