One month gone since we left home, take any route come land or sea
One month baby in Mama grows; Sister or brother, what’ll it be?

Cannot play outside, now we play in our room,
The guns go bang and the bombs they go boom
Baba says we leave now or bad men will come soon
We left under silver moon

Two months gone since we left home, take any route come land or sea
Two month baby in Mama grows; sister or brother, what’ll it be?

Travel with friends from the whole neighbourhood
Wade through the stream and hike through the wood
Baba says remember every valley, night sky
All Mama do is cry

Three months gone since we left home, take any route come land or sea
Three month baby in Mama grows; sister or brother, what’ll it be?

Keep the sun behind, always head to the west
‘till we reach the coast never stop for a rest
Baba says no future for us here in Turkey
We must sail across the sea

Four months gone since we left home, take any route come land or sea
Four month baby in Mama grows; sister or brother, what’ll it be?

Never been on a boat before
So many folks on a ship so slim
Keep life jacket on and don’t fall in
Mama says she can see sea shore

Five months gone since we left home, take any route come land or sea
Five month baby in Mama grows; sister or brother, what’ll it be?

Why has Greece no water (Look for fountain)
Why can’t we rest here? (Keep on walking)

Six months gone since we left home, take any route come land or sea
Six month baby in Mama grows; sister or brother, what’ll it be?

Macedonia by train
Face against the window pane
Colder now, we see the rain
Wish we could take aeroplane

Seven months gone since we left home, take any route come land or sea
Seven month baby in Mama grows; sister or brother, what’ll it be?

Sneak across the border at night
Make no sound and turn out all light
Baba cuts a way through the razor wire
(Shush) Must be quieter

Eight months gone since we left home, take any route come land or sea
Eight month baby in Mama grows; sister or brother, what’ll it be?

Its been so long since we took to the road
Mama looks tired, her pace has slowed
Baba, find a doctor, she says her times near
I'm sick of always feeling fear

Nine months gone and are we home in this stranger’s house in Germany?
Brand new baby in Mama’s arms; brave little sister, smile for me