Legon, The Pride Of The Stars

Here we are

the pride of the stars

here we are

the black star hanging in the gold

between the flora and the blood

            we call thee to arise

            arise oh Legon arise!

Thou tongue that spits in the heart

thou hand that holds high the sceptre

thou who blazes the trail

thou on whose shoulders we stand

thou who has reached the highest

            to thee we say ayekoo

            to thee our remembrance even from the grave

The old mother of the feeding hills

the hope of the coast of gold

the cloth that covers our nakedness

the silence is deafening

the shining light we await

            we’ve called thee to arise

            fill us full thy enlightened breadth!

When we see the dew fall on our lawn

from thy bountiful sky in the morn

when the tower light at the great hall

has shown the only way through the dawn

surely we shall see thee

            arisen oh Legon arisen

            shining brightest above, among the stars