Sons and daughters of the sun

We are sons and daughters of the sun

Are you the sand on which it falls?

Hot and heavy to make you.

This place is our home

You call it Africa, Ghana.

We dance in the music of the rain

In tenderness our souls are nourished.

On the elephants we ride in glory

With the lions and tigers.

We call it beauty

When they grow green

Adorned by their flowers.

We call it peace

When they fall from their heights

And our mother shines through them.

O Africa, Africa, where art thou?

Virgins and wild of the undying mother

Your sons will flourish like the stars in the dark night

And your daughters like the sands at the beach at day.

Forever bowing to your glorious call, o mother.

Forever proud to be from you.