Brother, Where Are You

Jack Jones

A small boy walked down a city street
And hope was in his eyes
As he searched the faces of the people he'd meet
For one he could recognize

Brother, where are you?
They told me that you came this way
My brother, where are you?
They told me that you came this way

The eyes of the people who passed him by
Were as cold and as hard as stone
And the poor boy whimpered and began to cry
Because he was all alone

Brother, where are you?
They told me that you came this way
My brother, where are you?
They told me that you came this way

Now there are many
Who will swear it's true
That brothers are we all
And yet it seems there are very few
Who gonna answer a brother's call

Brother, where are you?
They told me that you came this way
My brother, where are you?
They told me that you came this way

Brother, brother, where are you?
Oh, brother, where are you?
Come on, come on, brother,  where are you?
Come on, come on, come on... brother,  where are you?
Brother