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 soul nourishes

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 from their rocky heights they fall

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

Forever proud to be from you

BEFORE PASSING THE NIGHT

I read your lips

So he can hear aloud

I see you who stand at the stop

Not knowing where to go

With your stick and only flipflop

He has already seen you

Whereas I have just noticed you

You will walk and walk

Only for a single sale

The hand that went into the bag

Will not come back again

The pocket is full

But hands will not go into them

O flat soles of shoes

Worn out and sloped to a side

It has rained this evening

Cars hardly pass and yet at the stop

I see you who stand without a pullover

There will you pass the night?

AFTER THE PRAISES

When all is done

And your praises sang

The master of good works

Will put you to rest

Anew a times

He alone is wise 

To face his wrath

Brimstone from his hearth