Don't Kill Our Boys / River Ride

Don't kill our boys. Our sons they matter
What will become of them? Our lives matter
They'll grow to be strong and fight on our enemies
But if they're gone, how will we survive the war

Don't kill our boys. Don't kill our boys

You were a prayer from God, I wanted a boy
And oh how happy I was, my heart filled with joy
When you entered the world with your beautiful brown eyes
I lift my head to the heavens, my hands to the sky
When you saw your mother, you saw me
Aand to know you'll be dead as they fear the next king
Don't kill our boys

Don't kill our boys

You see the blood stream down the street
A genocide was close to me
Our boys, our sons, they'll die because you're afraid
Afraid, of our boys, of our sons

I'll take you down by the river
I can't imagine my son being killed by the hands of another man
Who knows where the water will take you
I'll watch my brother for my mother, down the river

Don't throw our children in the Nile. You bastards are killing my child
Oh dear God on high, we ask you to draw nigh
And answer our prayers, and guide him down the stream
And keep him safe. Answer our prayer

Give me your sons. You know the decree to kill your boy
I'll kill your boy. Give me your son