Father bring your sons and daughters, Bring them everyone. To leave them is to love them, Now the time has come. All you have taught them, All you have talked about, Has prepared them well. Father bring your sons and daughters, Ring the warning bell (x2) Lock the doors and all the windows, Climb the rooves and spires. Burning brightly in the distance, Are the creeping fires. All you have worked for, All your prosperity, Will not rescue them. Father fighting, For his family, He will see again. Chorus: The current of the river, The current of the river, Brings voices on the water, Brings voices on the water. (x4) . .. ... Chorus to end