Songs In A Strange Land

The rivers of Suriname, on the rivers of Suriname Sailed the enslaved with their ships They rowed and saw the sun set below the horizon, the moon’s reflections ripple on the water The rivers of Suriname, on the rivers of Suriname They transported trade goods into town, Surrounded by the scent of coffee and tabacco, they made their way through the current The rivers of Suriname, on the rivers of Suriname They sang a melodic sequence of call and response Their songs of resilience and sorrow broke the silence of the night On these rivers of Suriname Dawn brought them hope for better lives And their songs still echo on the rhythm of the water