My little song goes out to the west,
My words are heard in the east,
Wherever you are, there I will follow,
Bringing my words of peace,
Song of the least.

Governments don't seem to help you, my friend,
They don't seem to see,
You'll be fighting them right to the end,
We call it democracy.

My little song goes out to the west,
My words are heard in the east,
Wherever you are, there I will follow,
Bringing my words of peace,
Song of the least.

Beg or borrow, or steal what you can to make the pain subside,
No one sees you when you approach, so there's no need for you to hide,
Blessed are you who hunger for truth,
The truth is given to you,
The riches of Heaven will one day be yours,
Inheritance left there for you.

My little song goes out to the west,
My words are heard in the east,
Wherever you are, there I will follow,
Bringing my words of peace,
Song of the least.

Blessed are you who hunger for truth,
The truth is given to you,
The riches of Heaven will one day be yours,
Inheritance left there for you.

My little song goes out to the west,
My words are heard in the east,
Wherever you are, there I will follow,
Bringing my words of peace,
My little song goes out to the west,
My words are heard in the east,
Wherever you are, there I will follow,
Bringing my words of peace,
Song of the least.