Lyrics

Many Can’t Be Moved ©2013 Rod MacDonald (Blue Flute Music (ASCAP)

Church bells ringing in the heart of town
Long lines of people with their sad clothes on
Schools are closed and the flag is low
People crying everywhere they go
Oh, but many can't be moved, though they hear the choir sing
They look into their neighbors' eyes and wouldn't change a thing

Black limousines, flags flapping on the fenders
The man who brought this on has no defenders
The whole world mourns the deed he's done
Sadness sings in the candlelit town
Still, many can't be moved to the church bells ring
They look into the parents' hearts and wouldn't change a thing

A flower floats down on the breeze like an angel in the rain
Non-believers on their knees struck silent by the pain
There'll be promises to the future: this time things are gonna change
It doesn't matter who can't see it, it doesn't matter who's to blame
And many can't be moved to see these souls take wing
They watch the children laid to rest and wouldn't change a thing