Siyahamba

Lead (Woman) Morning comes before the sun, Bare feet walking, one by one. Dust is rising, warm and red, Songs remember those long dead. Choir Hey-ya… Hey-ya… Siyahamba… Siyahamba… Hey-ya… Hey-ya… We walk as one today. Lead (Man) Hands in the soil, hearts in the sky, Work until the daylight dies. Every stone and every tree Knows the songs that set us free. Choir Mama sings… Baba calls… Hear the echo through us all. Hey-ya… Hey-ya… The earth still knows our names. Lead (Woman) River flowing, slow and wide, Children laughing by its side. Grandmother’s voice rides on the wind, Calling every soul back in. Choir Lift your voice… Lift it high… Let it travel through the sky. Footsteps beating, hand in hand, We belong to this old land. Lead (Man) No gold, no silver in our hands, Only hope across these lands. If tomorrow brings the rain, We will rise and sing again. Final Choir Hey-ya… Hey-ya… Siyahamba… Siyahamba… From the mountains to the sea, Our voices live… our spirits free.