From afar, the blacksmith’s hammer is streams out,
Breaking great steals through blazing heat;
Modeling great tools and machineries with his crafty hands.
Somewhere, deep down in Africa,
Little boys are tending the flocks
As great men fell trees and till the soil
To sow their seeds and reap a harvest
From the rich soil of Blessed AFRICA!…
The old women go upstream to lay baskets –
Singing sweet melodies of ancient warriors’ deeds
Along the flowing waters, row by row,
Enjoying the blessings on AFRICA Bestowed!
There are bluejays chirping atop Kilimanjaro’s peak
As they marvel at the splendour that nature presents,
Whilst the creeping sun frowns to leave the scene
When she behold the beauty, of Mother AFRICA!
The twilight moon is eager to come,
With smiles spread wide across the skies
As she shines upon tiny thatch huts dotted along hillsides
While watching the midnight plays, in beautiful AFRICA!