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