Hang on, silver song; hang on, before you clung
Trumpet on, care you fall, the breeze is strong and tall
Before we rich, before we die
it is just a hectic ride
Will they open up the sky
St-Peters directs this side
Heaven is here don’t just stare
If you pray on this will glare
Right in a scene factory
We need to let go the misery
Hang on, silver song hang on, before you clung
Trumpet on, care you fall, the breeze is strong and tall
Africa my only mother
Forgotten treasure undercover
Where everything is realigned
According to the holy shrine
Nature is vast as far as the eye can see
Just like they said on channel B
Everything is living with so much class
A true paradise heralded from the past
I need to get there, I need to wear there home is abroad
Place where I hear the stream so clear voices ride here
Home is an open island roof
Where the water runs fresh juice
Deep in the night far from the grave
The drum rumbles pounds of pain
Soul and groove in rhythm blues for the millions of forgotten confused
Follow the star of Gibraltar many more griots will rise and star
How long will this go on, how long will she stay on
Free me over agree forever your time will come
Mother keeps on riding high
All since nineteen fifty five
Mother’s son is riding low
Never doubted your boys were slow
Survivors kit for the big ship, the only problem you can’t see the dip (coast)
By force we -had to travel here by grace we never disappear
We shall return to the land of our forefather sand
Where a million lights are reminder bright of his might in the night
Forged in the rock from the Holy Ghost
Our galling eyes equalize the most
What you see and what you hear
What you plan and what you fear
That’s what I’m praying for
That’s what I’m living for