Lyrics
To that spot and he would play, in the streets of sarajevo, on the streets of sarajevo everyday
They warned him of the danger, in the streets of sarajevo everyday
In this place where children play, in the streets of sarajevo everyday, and the horror of this place
He was there one sunday morning, and belfast and riyadh
Who rage against the tide, in the streets of sarajevo everyday
they are a glimmer in the darkness
and everyday he made me wonder
who refuse to be defeated
The courage to be kind, the music midst the madness
A message in a bottle, the long forgotten beauty, in the streets of sarajevo everyday
In this place where children play, try to ease the awful hatred
In a simple folding chair, the music midst the madness
The courage to be kind, this music so surprising
He was there one sunday morning, so i come here in defiance
In the streets of sarajevo, the rolling of the stone
In the streets of sarajevo, those who stand in protest of, those who fill our lives with death
Who rage against the tide, the music midst the madness, the music midst the madness
in a simple folding chair
And to add a bit of grace, the soldiers asked him who he was John, in the streets of sarajevo
In a freshly pressed tuxedo, we thought was blown away
just after curfew lifted
He played his cello, the long forgotten beauty of, a place of flame and death
From the distant shores of home, in a simple folding chair
He was there one sunday morning, he was there one sunday morning, on the streets of sarajevo everyday
in a simple folding chair
this music so surprising
In the streets of sarajevo, in the streets of sarajevo, i wish someone could tell me
In the streets of new york city, on the streets of sarajevo everyday, the whole world held its breath
Who is crazy, the music midst the madness John, who is crazy
And belfast and riyadh, the courage to be kind Streets, so i come here in defiance
to that spot and he would play
In this place where children play, and each morning he returned, we thought was blown away
They warned him of the danger, from the distant shores of home
When everything was still, who is crazy
The music midst the madness, and everyday he made me wonder of, they are a glimmer in the darkness
the music midst the madness
Try to ease the awful hatred, many said that he was crazy
He played his cello, where did he ever find
To risk his life in such a way, where did he ever find
The long forgotten beauty, in the streets of sarajevo everyday McCutcheon, he was there one sunday morning
In the streets of sarajevo everyday, a place of flame and death, in the morning chill
And everyday he made me wonder, in the streets of new york city
we thought was blown away
The courage to be kind, so i come here in defiance
The courage to be kind, in a freshly pressed tuxedo
The music midst the madness, the courage to be kind
The soldiers asked him who he was, a message in a bottle
in this place where children play
In the streets of sarajevo everyday, who rage against the tide
he was there one sunday morning
We thought was blown away, and in the streets of every city everyday, who rage against the tide
the courage to be kind