[1st verse:] There's a land where hearts are aching and eyes are wet with tears It's the land where hearts start breaking when the smoke of battle clears There's a voice that seems to haunt me when the shades of night appear 'Tis the mournful voice of Belgium ringing in my ear [Refrain:] I hear the voice of Belgium calling far across the sea I speak of wives and mothers waiting patiently I hear the cries of children praying, sad as they could be I can hear them say, "Please, send my Daddy back to me" [2nd verse:] Hear a voice that rings with sorrow, it mournfully imparts That the news of each tomorrow means a thousand broken hearts See a hand stretch'd out for mercy with a plea to every man 'Tis the call for help from Belgium - answer, if you can
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