Border Wars On The Fourth Of July

lyrics by Will James Someone saw a ghost sitting on the shore He was one of the lucky ones, he survived He was one of the lucky ones when so many have died He was one of the lucky ones, he survived They are our mothers and fathers They are our sons and daughters So many have died Out here in the desert We hear the children cry The bombs fall; the rockets fly Out here on the border We hear the children cry Dressed in rags, they are the lucky ones, they survived They are the lucky ones when so many have died They are our sons and daughters Someone saw a ghost sitting on the shore She was one of the lucky ones, she survived She was one of the lucky ones when so many died She was one of the lucky ones, she survived