Mother, I've gotta get out of here So I can save our family From this poverty And when I make my money I'll send it back to you
Father, Give me strength, I pray I have to end this misery It's causing too much pain I'm gonna look for richer lands Where the money's made
I'm gonna put my whole world In your hands I have to put my whole world In your hands In your hands
Mister, Please let me work somehow You've kept me waiting eighteen months And still I'm not allowed And everytime you promise me : "Not much longer now "
I've to put my whole world In your hands You've got my whole world In your hands In your hands Listen to me, listen to me
Mister, Mr ! You say you're trying But don't you know my brother's dying You say "It won't be long"
But why am I so cursed For where I am born ?
You've got my whole world In your hands I've had to put my whole world In your hands I'm gonna put my whole world In your hands I've had to put my whole world In your hands In your hands.
Compositor: Charles Winston Gleave (Charlie Winston) ECAD: Obra #5212560 Fonograma #11194777