The Family of Man

by Karl Dallas

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Cover picture shows Karl Dallas singing to street kids in Baghdad, Iraq, just before the Anglo-American invasion in 2003.

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released August 25, 2012

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Track Name: The Family of Man
I belong to a family, it’s the greatest on earth;
A new one every day is coming to birth.
My name isn’t Johnny, or Jimmy, or Joan.
It’s a name everyone can be proud we own.
It’s the family of man, keeps growing,
The family of man – keep sowing
The seeds of a new life every day.

I’ve got a sister in Sydney, a brother in Paree,
The whole wide world is dad and mother to me.
Wherever you go you will find my kin,
Whatever the creed or the colour of the skin,
They’re the family of man . . . (etc)

From Afghanistan to the streets of New York,
Don’t matter how you worship or how you talk.
We’ve all got a life and others to share it:
Let’s bridge the oceans and declare it
The family of man . . . (etc)

From the North Pole ice to the steamy equator
We’ve all got to live together sooner or later,
But I’ve not much time, I’ve had my fill
Of the men of war who want to kill
The family of man . . . (etc)

Now some people say the world is a terrible place,
But it’s just as good or bad as the human race:
War and misery or peace and joy
We can build or can destroy
The family of man . . . (etc)

© Copyright 1953-2010 Karl Dallas/EMI Music
Track Name: Ballad of the Al-Ameriya shelter
Children are playing round the gates of the Al-Ameriya shelter
People are praying by the hole where the laser bomb came through
There are bloody burnt shadows from the bodies that melted
A monument demands to know what we will do

But the children are playing with untroubled eyes
Dead women and children are resting in Paradise
The killers are sleeping secure in their beds
And the whole world is crying, remembering our dead.

On a February night in Nineteen-ninetyone
The people took refuge from United States bombs
Reconnaissance planes had pin-pointed the target
And now we stand silent, we shall never forget

But the children are playing with untroubled eyes
Dead women and children are resting in Paradise
The killers are sleeping secure in their beds
And the whole world is crying, remembering our dead.

The first bomb penetrated the thick concrete bunker
And the steel doors crashed shut with a noise like thunder
The fire-bomb followed and it burnt up the air:
Inside the shelter four hundred died there

Oh-oh-h, the dead of the Al-Ameria shelter
Oh-oh-h, no use to weep and to mourn
Oh-oh-h, don't pretend you are helpless
Oh-oh-h, we must fight for those yet unborn

This wasn't an accident, a by-product of war
But deliberate terror, carefully planned and what's more
Each one who died was a victim of murder
And the guilt are planning worse crimes in our name

But the children are playing with untroubled eyes
Dead women and children are resting in Paradise
The killers are sleeping secure in their beds
And the whole world is crying, remembering our dead.

The youngest to die was just forty days young
A woman seventy-five, all her days had been sung
Each one a life precious, with lives left to live
Cut off in their prime; how can we forgive?

But the children are playing with untroubled eyes
Dead women and children are resting in Paradise
The killers are sleeping secure in their beds
And the whole world is crying, remembering our dead.

All we who remain have a duty to try
Not only to stop bombs that fall from the sky
It's life and life only we stand to defend
Remembering the dead and their bitter end

But the children are playing with untroubled eyes
Dead women and children are resting in Paradise
The killers are sleeping secure in their beds
And the whole world is crying, remembering our dead.

Oh-oh-h, the dead of the Al-Ameria shelter
Oh-oh-h, no use to weep and to mourn
Oh-oh-h, don't pretend you are helpless
Oh-oh-h, we must fight for those yet unborn