(Words and Music by Joan Baez)       Bangladesh, Bangladesh    Bangladesh, Bangladesh    When the sun sinks in the west    Die a million people of the Bangladesh       The story of Bangladesh    Is an ancient one again made fresh    By blind men who carry out commmands    Which flow out of the laws upon which nation stands    Which is to sacrifice a people for a land       Bangladesh, Bangladesh    Bangladesh, Bangladesh    When the sun sinks in the west    Die a million people of the Bangladesh       Once again we stand aside    And watch the families crucified    See a teenage mother's vacant eyes    As she watches her feeble baby try    To fight the monsoon rains and the cholera flies       And the students at the university    Asleep at night quite peacefully    The soldiers came and shot them in their beds    And terror took the dorm awakening shrieks of dread    And silent frozen forms and pillows drenched in red       Bangladesh, Bangladesh    Bangladesh, Bangladesh    When the sun sinks in the west    Die a million people of the Bangladesh       Did you read about the army officer's plea    For donor's blood? It was given willingly    By boys who took the needles in their veins    And from their bodies every drop of blood was drained    No time to comprehend and there was little pain       And so the story of Bangladesh    Is an ancient one again made fresh    By all who carry out commands    Which flow out of the laws upon which nations stand    Which say to sacrifice a people for a land       Bangladesh, Bangladesh    Bangladesh, Bangladesh    When the sun sinks in the west    Die a million people of the Bangladesh       © 1972 Chandos Music (ASCAP)