You are blessed beyond measure,
Your beauty surpasses that of any where seen.
Your land is fertile
And your begets, strong enough to carry the world
Oh mama Africa
Your forest are green and full
With myraid animals roaming its length and width
Your mountains and hills
Are large;
Your seasons, rain and harmattan
Oh mama Africa
You are mama Africa
The home of the coloured of the world
Mother of the black boys, mother of the black belles
Your beautiful daughters sing your songs
Oh mama Africa
I owe you a million smiles
Smiles that will outshine your sun
That will outshine your moon
And all the shining stars, clustering her.
I owe you a billion laughter
That will be louder than your thunder.
And a million dance steps,
That fascinating dances of the people in your forest
A million songs, with good melodies
Than that of the birds that brood in your trees
A million claps that will sound like your rattling rain
For you have been good to us your begets
No matter where we find themselves.
You are mama Africa
The root of all the coloured in the world
Mother of black boys. Mother of black belles
Your children sing your songs across the world
Oh mama Africa.
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