Walking to Lebanon

The bells are tolling in London
As they have for hundreds of years
But they’re drowned by a chanting for freedom
In a country so far from here

I’m taking a walk and I’m taking in all
The walls made of stone and of pain
And I think of my people who sailed from these shores
As I stroll through the afternoon rain

The war was raging around her
Shouting and anger and fear
It was so far beyond understanding
She was all but eight or ten years

She lost mom and dad in the bombing
Little sister was spared in the blast
They walked cross the sand seeking refuge
Or to something like mercy at last

Walking ‘cross the desert walking on and on
Walking ‘cross the desert to Lebanon

I have no idea what will happen
In Canaan or anywhere else
It’s hard on us all but it’s meaner for some
And the postman says here’s to your health

The rain’s letting up here in London
And the bells they seem quieter somehow
I’ve got no answers just questions
All I know is what they’re doing now

Walking ‘cross the desert walking on and on
Walking ‘cross the desert to Lebanon