Africa
Africa… O, Mother Land
Break of dawn…dewdrops gives birth to perfect form
Then balance on the precipice
Of every grassy knoll, fold and leafy bend
A girl is born, one single life
A beginning not an end.
Africa… O, Savage Land
Grabs then holds one single life
to breathe your scorching air
Dusty winds blow to and fro
While beetle song on heat wave grow
This girl is strong, a lion cub
Her destiny has just begun.
Africa… O, Land of Beauty
Tears your daylight tongue will lick
after stormy clouds drift by
Hope… a rainbow to fill your blood stained sky
As the old day lay down to die
The girl will become a woman one day
Africa’s voice, in her heart, will stay.
