They fell that year they vanished  From the earth,   Never knowing the cause   Or what laws the offended,  The women few as well   And the babies they tendered.  Left to die left to cry   All condemned by their birth.    They fell like rain  Across the thirsty land,  In their heart they were slain,   In their god still believing   All their pity and pain,   In that season of grieving   All in vain all in vain   Just for one helping hand.  For no one heard their prayers,   In a world bent on pleasure   Form others people care   They simply closed their eyes  They create allot of sound  In jazz and right time measure  The trumpets screamed till dawn  To drown the children’s cries.    They fell like leaves   Its people its prime,  Simple man kindly man,  And no one new his crime   The became in that hour   Like the small desert flower   Simply covered by the silent wind   In sands of time.    They fell that year   Before a cruel foe   They had little to give   But their lives and their passion,   And their longing to live   In their way   In their fashion   So their harvest can   Thrive their children can grow.   They fell like flies   Their eyes still full of sound   Like a dove its flight   In the path of rifle   That fall down were it might,  That holds on with its might  As if death were a trifle   And to bring to an end   A life barely begun.    And I am of that race,  Who die in unknown places  Who perished in their pride,  Whose blood in rivers ran,   In agony and fright   With courage on their faces   They went in to the night,   That waits for every man.  They fell like tears   And never new what for   In that summer of strife   Of massacre and war   Their only crime was life   There only guilt was fear   The children of Armenia   Nothing less nothing more