Well the mist was lifting from Rosbury Tops, and the moors were cold and green
And the driver swore there’d be no stoppin as he made for the A19.
And in the borough, lads and lasses were sleeping safe and still
When Ghafoor Hussain hit the road, with a million mouths to fill.
It’s beans and rice, and rice and beans,
And a hand when you fall,
For there’s a friendly face, a better place,
And a future for us all.
He couldn’t bear the lads and lasses’ faces on the tv screens
As they drowned and froze in hateful places with nothing but their dreams.
So he bought a bus, and he filled it up with beans and rice and tea
And on a winter’s morn he he headed south and crossed over the sea.
It’s beans and rice, and rice and beans,
And a hand when you fall,
For there’s a friendly face, a better place,
And a future for us all.
Now in Dunkirk we remember yet the soldiers on the sand
800 ships we’ll not forget, that came to lend a hand.
But here comes one more vessel now, across the angry sea,
To serve 3,000 meals a day, and 10,000 cups of tea.
It’s beans and rice, and rice and beans,
And a hand when you fall,
For there’s a friendly face, a better place,
And a future for us all.
Now some have stared into his face and wondered if he’s mad
But he knows he’d be in their place, if it weren’t for the chance he had.
And the lads and lasses’ hopeful faces are what drives him on
So he’s the Ghafoor and his Bus, and a better world to come.
It’s beans and rice, and rice and beans,
And a hand when you fall,
For there’s a friendly face, a better place,
And a future for us all.
Well the mist was lifting from Rosbury Tops, and the moors were cold and green
And the driver swore there’d be no stoppin as he made for the A19.
And in the borough, lads and lasses were sleeping safe and still
When Ghafoor Hussain hit the road, with a million mouths to fill.
It’s beans and rice, and rice and beans,
And a hand when you fall,
For there’s a friendly face, a better place,
And a future for us all.
(2x)
For there’s a friendly face, a better place,
And a future for us all.
And the driver swore there’d be no stoppin as he made for the A19.
And in the borough, lads and lasses were sleeping safe and still
When Ghafoor Hussain hit the road, with a million mouths to fill.
It’s beans and rice, and rice and beans,
And a hand when you fall,
For there’s a friendly face, a better place,
And a future for us all.
He couldn’t bear the lads and lasses’ faces on the tv screens
As they drowned and froze in hateful places with nothing but their dreams.
So he bought a bus, and he filled it up with beans and rice and tea
And on a winter’s morn he he headed south and crossed over the sea.
It’s beans and rice, and rice and beans,
And a hand when you fall,
For there’s a friendly face, a better place,
And a future for us all.
Now in Dunkirk we remember yet the soldiers on the sand
800 ships we’ll not forget, that came to lend a hand.
But here comes one more vessel now, across the angry sea,
To serve 3,000 meals a day, and 10,000 cups of tea.
It’s beans and rice, and rice and beans,
And a hand when you fall,
For there’s a friendly face, a better place,
And a future for us all.
Now some have stared into his face and wondered if he’s mad
But he knows he’d be in their place, if it weren’t for the chance he had.
And the lads and lasses’ hopeful faces are what drives him on
So he’s the Ghafoor and his Bus, and a better world to come.
It’s beans and rice, and rice and beans,
And a hand when you fall,
For there’s a friendly face, a better place,
And a future for us all.
Well the mist was lifting from Rosbury Tops, and the moors were cold and green
And the driver swore there’d be no stoppin as he made for the A19.
And in the borough, lads and lasses were sleeping safe and still
When Ghafoor Hussain hit the road, with a million mouths to fill.
It’s beans and rice, and rice and beans,
And a hand when you fall,
For there’s a friendly face, a better place,
And a future for us all.
(2x)
For there’s a friendly face, a better place,
And a future for us all.
inviata da Dq82 - 13/4/2018 - 15:40
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Strangers
In “Ghafoor’s Bus” facciamo la conoscenza di Ghafoor Hussain, il nonno partito da Stockton con un bus, acquistato a sue spese e riconvertito in una cucina da campo, con cui ha portato cibo ai migranti e richiedenti asilo di Dunkerque.
blogfoolk.com
Ghafoor’s Bus celebrates the inspirational humanitarian work of Teesside grandad Ghafoor Hussain who spent thousands of pounds of his own money buying a bus and converting it into a travelling kitchen to feed refugees and immigrants across Europe. In refugee camps in Dunkirk he was serving 3,000 hot meals and 10,000 cups of tea a day.
theyounguns.co.uk