In the motion of the ocean, hear the cold wind blowing
Down the ocean a ship comes riding through the waves
Filled with hundreds of men they take as slaves
Just long for their true homeland, Africa
And to be saved, they want to be free
Men, women and baby slaves
Coming to the land of liberty, liberty
They are tired of waiting for a brand new day
Some of them sing and chant, some of them pray
And some men got a little tired too
No one knows if the journey pay
Down the ocean a ship comes riding through the waves
Filled with hundreds of men they take as slaves
Just long for their true homeland, Africa
And to be saved, they want to be free
Men, women and baby slaves
Coming to the land of liberty, liberty