The rivers of Suriname, on the rivers of Suriname
Sailed the enslaved with their ships
They rowed and saw the sun set below the horizon, the moon’s reflections ripple on the water
The rivers of Suriname, on the rivers of Suriname
They transported trade goods into town,
Surrounded by the scent of coffee and tobacco, they made their way through the current
The rivers of Suriname, on the rivers of Suriname
They sang a melodic sequence of call and response
Their songs of resilience and sorrow broke the silence of the night
On these rivers of Suriname
Dawn brought them hope for better lives
And their songs still echo on the rhythm of the water
