Orphans of Wealth Don McLean

[Verse 1]
There is no time to discuss or debate
What is right, what is wrong for our people
Time has run out for all those who wait
With bent limbs and minds that are feeble

[Chorus]
And the rain falls and blows through their window
And the snow falls and blows through their door
And the seasons revolve mid their sounds of starvation
When the tides rise, they cover the floor

[Verse 2]
And they come from the north, and they come from the south
And they come from the hills and the valleys
And they're migrants and farmers and miners and humans
Our census neglected to tally

[Chorus]
And the rain falls and blows through their window
And the snow falls, and it blows through their door
And the seasons revolve mid their sounds of starvation
When the tides rise, they cover the floor

[Verse 3]
And they're African, Mexican, Caucasian, Indian
Hungry and hopeless Americans
The orphans of wealth and of adequate health
Disowned by this nation they live in