There was a time, O my Brothers, there was a time,
It was an age when we all played and shared together,

It was our time, it was our space,
And we kids explored the gardens and parks,

Running up hills, fishing in ponds,
Paddling in pools, and playing with puppies,

It was a time, O my Brothers, when time belonged to us,
We had time to spend and freely play,

Black or White, Christian or Muslim,
We knew the bond of true brotherhood,

In those fields of summer we screamed and sang,
Memories warm, and memories immortal,

No cars, no computers, no mobiles, no social media,
We had more, much more, we had the fields of summer,

We had a childhood without borders, flags, or fences,
This soil beneath our feet is where we spent our youth.