Africa
It seems that ere you hear of Africa
Many are fleeing from the, spreading shores.
But Africa, oh Africa what has gone wrong
From this proud and lovely land?
It is a land where pride awaits;
Where people even in their anguish
Think of friends far and around,
sharing their smiles, even in despair.
Oh Africa, oh Africa,
How I long to see the glory days return;
When the Port of peace you were
Comes bright and fair to your beloved homeland.
Much of the anguish felt
Is laden you by leaders whose constant was not;
But there is hope, because
The Soft winds that echoes the homeland will come again.
Oh Africa I do cry for you, but hope I see
That soon again sweet the morn that breaks on the shore;
Your beloved continent will again rise
Where sorrow’s plaintive moan will be no more.
It seems that ere you hear of Africa
Many are fleeing from the, spreading shores.
But Africa, oh Africa what has gone wrong
From this proud and lovely land?
It is a land where pride awaits;
Where people even in their anguish
Think of friends far and around,
sharing their smiles, even in despair.
Oh Africa, oh Africa,
How I long to see the glory days return;
When the Port of peace you were
Comes bright and fair to your beloved homeland.
Much of the anguish felt
Is laden you by leaders whose constant was not;
But there is hope, because
The Soft winds that echoes the homeland will come again.
Oh Africa I do cry for you, but hope I see
That soon again sweet the morn that breaks on the shore;
Your beloved continent will again rise
Where sorrow’s plaintive moan will be no more.
