Don’t cry my black child, be strong for me
Born under the chains of slavery.
Don’t cry my black child, fore it won’t be long,
You’ll soon hear the cries of the freedom song.

My young black child with kinky hair and ebony skin
Heart beating the steady beat of freedom within.
My proud Negro child with big brown eyes,
Tired of living under the white mans lies.

My strong Nubian child how he longs to be free
As the wind whispers to him, to follow his dreams.
My young child, soon to be a young black man
Waiting . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
Not knowing freedom is at hand

Don’t cry my black child be strong for me
Born under the chains of slavery.
Don’t cry my black child, fore it won’t be long
You’ll soon hear the cries of the freedom song.