Run, run, run, why do they run?
Mother, daughter, father, son
Who can describe the angry sea
When the waves curl high and the wind blows free
And the seagull's breast meets the flying foam
While the fear struck mariner dreams of home, oh
Run, run, run, why do they run?
Mother, daughter, father, son
Who is this little band on the shore
Undismayed by the ocean's roar
Eager to challenge the storm-crazed might
Of the crashing wave as they take their flight, oh
Run, run, run, why do they run?
Mother, daughter, father, son
The aged grandmother holds the child
While the daughter faces the ocean wild
Ready to meet the fiercest storm
While her body cradles the child unborn, oh
Run, run, run, why do they run?
Mother, daughter, father, son
The tyrant's hand is heavy to bear
His cruel might is everywhere
Our children are lost if we remain
In our homeland cursed by grief and pain, oh
Run, run, run, why do they run?
Mother, daughter, father, son
The land of freedom beckons bright
As a radiant star on the darkest night
We'll reach the home of the free and brave
Or sleep tonight in an ocean grave, oh
Run, run, run, why do they run?
Mother, daughter, father, son