We sigh for the child slaves Dread the pains of the new Their raking sorrows are many Their joys are few None are singing, none are dancing All in sorrow, none entrancing Welcome the good soldiers They will come true Daylight is unhappiness Their sad evening is near Their sun of brightness has set Yet no stars shall appear None are singing, none are dancing All in sorrow, none entrancing They wait for the dawn Of a glad new year And the trees of life shall wither The sparks of life shall fall Sorrow still shall come And death will horribly call ♪ This tale of war shall be told And thunder of canon sung The storming rebel lines broken Their formation unstrung The battle's roar alarming The horrors leave us grieving And child slaves will feel joy When the rebels shall be flung With child freedom coming New trees spring from the old And peaceful times blossoming Leaves unfold All will be cheering All childish hearts gladdening And Vivian Wickey shall fall When the rebellion goes down The storm of war shall be over And the trees laden with fruit As of old (as of old, as of old) As of old As of old As of old As of old As of old