The passive voice

Until the philosophy which holds one race

Superior and another inferior

Is finally and permanently discredited and abandoned

Everywhere is war, me say war

That until there is no longer first class

And second class citizens of any nation

Until the colour of a man's skin

Is of no more significance than the colour of his eyes

Me say war

That until the basic human rights are equally

Guaranteed to all, without regard to race

Dis a war

That until that day

The dream of lasting peace, world citizenship

Rule of international morality

Will remain in but a fleeting illusion

To be pursued, but never attained

Now everywhere is war, war

And until the ignoble and unhappy regimes

That hold our brothers in Angola, in Mozambique,

South Africa sub-human bondage

Have been toppled, utterly destroyed

Well, everywhere is war, me say war

War in the east, war in the west

War up north, war down south

War, war, rumours of war

And until that day, the African continent

Will not know peace, we Africans will fight

We find it necessary and we know we shall win

As we are confident in the victory

Of good over evil, good over evil, good over evil

Good over evil, good over evil, good over evil

Green are your eyes

In the morning when you rise.

Don't you be afraid, my love,

To lie by me,

Your father will not know.

Love can be broken

Though no words are spoken.

Don't you be afraid to lie

By me my love,

Your father will not know.

Love, don't cry

I'll not try.

Don't you be afraid to lie

By me, my love,

Your father will not know.

Yes love, don't you cry,

I'll not try.

Don't you be afraid to lie

By me, my love.

Your father will be told someday

About our wedding day.