by Jerome Kern, We'll Take Care of You All (1915)
“ There's a land far away, That's the world's protegè, And it calls to us way over there, And who ever is wrong, or who ever is right, We all pity it's grief and despair, There the poor wander on from the homes that are gone, There are children whose fate we deplore. Their pale faces haunt us, they need us; they want us, Those sad little waifs of the war. [Refrain] Boys and girls, girls and boys, Our hearts go out to you, Let us be your mothers, and your sisters and your brothers till your skies again are blue, Let us dry your tears and let us sooth your fears! ”
