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 a-lot 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