Paul Robeson - Zog nit keyn mol (Song of the Warsaw Ghetto) lyrics

Never say that you have reached the very end, When leaden skies a bitter future may portend; For sure the hour for which we yearn will yet arrive, And our marching step will thunder: we survive! From green palm trees to the land of distant snow, We are here with our sorrow, our woe, And wherever our blood was shed in pain, Our fighting spirits now will resurrect again. The golden rays of morning sun will dry our tears, Dispelling bitter agony of yesteryears, But if the sun and dawn with us will be delayed, Then let this song ring out to you the call, instead. Not lead, but blood inscribed this bitter song we sing, It's not a caroling of birds upon the wing, But 'twas a people midst the crashing fires of hell That sang this song and fought courageous till it fell. So never say that you have reached the very end Though leaden skies a bitter future may portend Because the hour which we yearn for will arrive And our marching step will thunder: We survive!