They fell that year they vanished
From the earth,
Never knowing the cause
Or what laws the offended,
The women few as well
And the babies they tendered.
Left to die left to cry
All condemned by their birth.

They fell like rain
Across the thirsty land,
In their heart they were slain,
In their god still believing
All their pity and pain,
In that season of grieving
All in vain all in vain
Just for one helping hand.
For no one heard their prayers,
In a world bent on pleasure
Form others people care
They simply closed their eyes
They create allot of sound
In jazz and right time measure
The trumpets screamed till dawn
To drown the children's cries.

They fell like leaves
Its people its prime,
Simple man kindly man,
And no one new his crime
The became in that hour
Like the small desert flower
Simply covered by the silent wind
In sands of time.

They fell that year
Before a cruel foe
They had little to give
But their lives and their passion,
And their longing to live
In their way
In their fashion
So their harvest can
Thrive their children can grow.
They fell like flies
Their eyes still full of sound
Like a dove its flight
In the path of rifle
That fall down were it might,
That holds on with its might
As if death were a trifle
And to bring to an end
A life barely begun.

And I am of that race,
Who die in unknown places
Who perished in their pride,
Whose blood in rivers ran,
In agony and fright
With courage on their faces
They went in to the night,
That waits for every man.
They fell like tears
And never new what for
In that summer of strife
Of massacre and war
Their only crime was life
There only guilt was fear
The children of Armenia
Nothing less nothing more