Text: Vincent Richards
Hudba: Vincent richards
Won't you help me mourn this dead revolution
I see your head stone in the cemetery
Not a single flower on the grave you see
Won't someone help me mourn this dead revolution
Oh! Oh! We are crying over you
Oh! Oh! We are crying over you
I remember in my youth
You said Juby don't you shoot
I didn't heed the call
For I could not stand the squall
Oh! Oh! We are crying over you
Oh! Oh! We are crying over you
What an utopia Promises of streets of gold
Paved with wealth untold Peace love and harmony
Joy for my brother man
Now I see your head stone in the cemetery
Not a single flower On the grave you see
Won't someone help me Mourn this dread revolution
Oh! Oh! We are crying over you
Oh! Oh! We are crying over you
Tears come to my eyes When I see your demise
Youthful promise turned To oppression and savagery
The fear of your creation Was your dead blow
And in agony You died so slow
And at the end of this rainbow There was no pot of gold
Oh! Oh! We are crying over you
Oh! Oh! We are crying over you
