The beat of the drums, drums of Africa.
A place for many, all colors call it home.
United as one, held together by the melody.
This place has rhythm, it rings and the land shakes.
Carry me home long roads, leads me home high mountains.
I am a child of Africa, my ancestors walked this land.
Trees sway in the wind, air clear and fresh.
Animals run wild, lions roar and rumble from a distance.
Let us raise the flag high, let us remember the past.
The drums ring, Africa rejoices and a little baby cries