We Sigh For The Child Slaves

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
Hearts breaking, none entrancing
Welcome the good soldiers and welcome the 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 should come and death will horribly call
All is alarming, all are in grieving
And the rebel hearts deceiving
And hope comforts all
This tale of war shall be
Told and the thunder of cannon sung
The storming of rebel lines broken, their formation unstrung
The battles' roar alarming, the horrors leave us grieving
Child slaves will feel joy when the rebels shall be flung
With child freedom coming, new tree spring from the old
And peaceful times blossoming leaves unfold
All will be cheering, all childish hearts gladdening
Vivian Wickey shall fall, when the rebellion goes down
The storm of war shall be over and the trees laden with fruits as of old