Refugee Blues Elisabeth Lutyens

Say this city has ten million souls
Some are living in mansions, some are living in holes:
Yet there's no place for us, my dear, yet there's no place for us

Once we had a country and we thought it fair
Look in the atlas and you'll find it there:
We cannot go there now, my dear, we cannot go there now

In the village churchyard there grows an old yew
Every spring it blossoms anew:
Old passports can't do that, my dear, old passports can't do that

The consul banged the table and said
"If you've got no passport you're officially dеad":
But we are still alive, my dеar, but we are still alive

Went to a committee; they offered me a chair;
Asked me politely to return next year:
But where shall we go to-day, my dear, but where shall we go to-day?

Came to a public meeting; the speaker got up and said;
"If we let them in, they will steal our daily bread":
He was talking of you and me, my dear, he was talking of you and me

Thought I heard the thunder rumbling in the sky;
It was Hitler over Europe, saying, "They must die":
O we were in his mind, my dear, O we were in his mind