I don't know if you can hear me,Or if you're even thereI don't know if you would listenTo a gypsy's prayerYes, I know I'm just an outcast,I shouldn't speak to youBut, Still, I see your face and wonderWere you once an outcast too?
God help the outcasts,Hungry from birthShow them the mercythey don't find on earthGod help my peoplewe look to you stillGod help the outcastsor nobody will
I ask for wealthI ask for fameI ask for glory to shine on my name.
I ask for loveI can possesI ask for God and his angels to bless me
I ask for nothingI can get byBut I know so manyLess lucky than IPlease help my peopleThe poor and downtrodI thought we all wereThe Children of God
God help the outcastsThe Children of God