Little spider, born in Africa
Aboard a slaveship you arrived
In wide and wild America
The long, long voyage you survived

You lived there and saw people, oh yes
Of all colours, all religions
All kinds of song, all types of dress
You saw hawks and you saw pigeons

And there before your many eyes
You saw their history unfold
You saw their struggle, heard their cries
People, that other people sold

But when the masters left at last
They took eachother by the hand
And on a bloody painful past
They built a wealthy, happy land

Civil war could not break you
And poverty could not take you

Dear little spider
You live forever