Yellow Ribbons
By Anne Spencer & Rich Baumann
©1990

Her eyes are shining bright in the morning rain.
She’s only four years old yet she bears a soldier’s pain.
She has no family, no friends to care, that she has no yellow ribbons for her hair
She has no yellow ribbons for her hair.

Where does this child sleep, when the sun goes down
On these war torn streets, in this broken town.
Our flags of victory cannot repair the fear and pain in this small child’s stare.
She has no yellow ribbons for her hair.

I stood awhile by my own child’s bed.
I bent and kissed his forhead through my tears,
And begged for protection with a father’s prayer,
As I cried for that little girl over there,
Who has no yellow ribbons for her hair.

Where does this child sleep, when the sun goes down.
On these war torn streets, in this broken town.
Our flags of victory cannot repair the fear and pain in this small child’s stare!
She has no yellow ribbons for her hair.

When will we trade our weapons for words of peace?
Will the games of power and pride ever ceace?
I ask you remember that war is never fair,
To the little one, left over there
Who has no yellow ribbon for her hair.
No yellow ribbons for her hair.
No yellow ribbons, over there.