I
God bless the Queen,
In her golden crown of reed.
Let not thy sins be seen,
Take it up to Christ and be freed.
II
So glad I have been to England,
A dream of every lad on this land.
Africa, the road to us seems so far,
But I shut my eyes and see our promised land.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem