We came as strangers into Egypt, Now our children bear the chain. Pharaoh fears the sons of Israel, So he works their blood away. From the sunrise to the darkness, Mud and stone beneath the sun. Build his cities! Raise his temples! Still the labor's never done. More are born! More must fall! Hear the taskmasters call! BRICKS WITHOUT STRAW! Blood beneath the burning sun! BRICKS WITHOUT STRAW! Till the master's work is done! Make the mortar! Raise the wall! Hear the whip! Obey the call! BRICKS WITHOUT STRAW! Every son condemned to water, Every mother learns to fear. Midwives stand before the Pharaoh, But the children still appear. Throw them down into the river! Let the Nile conceal the crime! Still the people grow in number. Still they multiply. Years rolled on beneath the burden, Another Pharaoh took the throne. Israel groaned beneath the bondage, Every prayer went up alone. Backs were bent, And hands were bleeding, Dust lay heavy in their lungs. Then above the noise of Egypt Rose the cry Of Israel's sons. BRICKS WITHOUT STRAW! Blood beneath the burning sun! BRICKS WITHOUT STRAW! Still the master's work's not done! Make the mortar! Raise the wall! Hear the whip! Obey the call! BRICKS WITHOUT STRAW! But the cry Rose beyond Egypt. Beyond the river. Beyond the throne. And the God Of Abraham heard them. He remembered His covenant.
