Far - Feed the World (Do They Know It's Christmas) Lyrics
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Feed the World (Do They Know It's Christmas)
Feed the World (Do They Know It's Christmas) Lyrics |
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What Are The Lyrics For Feed the World (Do They Know It's Christmas) By Far?
It's Christmastime,
There's no need to be afraid At Christmastime, We let in light and we banish shade And in our world of plenty We can spread a smile of joy Throw your arms around the world At Christmastime But say a prayer, Pray for the other ones At Christmastime it's hard, But when you're having fun There's a world outside your window, And it's a world of dread and fear Where the only water flowing Is the bitter sting of tears And the Christmas bells that ring there Are the clanging chimes of doom Well tonight thank God it's them Instead of you And there won't be snow in Africa this Christmastime The greatest gift they'll get this year is life (Oooh) Where nothing ever grows No rain or rivers flow Do they know it's Christmastime at all? Here's to you raise a glass for everyone Here's to them underneath that burning sun Do they know it's Christmastime at all? Feed the world Feed the world Feed the world Let them know it's Christmastime again Feed the world Let them know it's Christmastime again |
Who Wrote Feed the World (Do They Know It's Christmas) By Far?
Bob Geldof, Midge Ure
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What's The Duration Of The Feed the World (Do They Know It's Christmas) By Far?The duration of Feed the World (Do They Know It's Christmas) is 3:46 minutes and seconds. |
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