Gather round Mars' knee To read this week's letterI wonder what will beWe hope the news is betterMusicThe men here die like flies, MarI bandage their blinded eyes, MarAnd the kids with their aching feet ain't got nothing to eat, MarThe hospital has no door, DadSoldiers lie on the floor, DadI did my best, but I can't take anymore, DadRachel's coming home, Rachel's coming homeAnd I don't think she'll go away againRachel's seen the light in the worldIt's too late to part, DadAnd I don't think she'll go away againMy dear familyThe world and the people in itGo the way they willAnd there's not a man, black or white, who can ever hope to stop themSo Rachel's coming home, Rachel's coming homeAnd I don't think she'll go away againRachel's seen the light in the worldIt's too late to fightAnd I don't think she'll go away againRachel's coming home, Rachel's coming homeAnd I don't think she'll go away againRachel's coming home, Rachel's coming homeAnd I don't think she'll go away againRachel's seen the light in the worldIt's too late to fightAnd I don't think she'll go away againRachel's coming home, Rachel's coming homeAnd I don't think she'll go away againRachel's coming home, Rachel's coming home