Some days sink our spirits br Sombreness and gloom dog our heels br We sigh in the evening br Sick with melancholy br br We struggle against the bulwark br Askari's breastplate serves us for shield br The healing of our souls br Will bring relief br br Sparing a thought for Harmattan's glow br And the hills above our heads br We see the birds as they call us to join br Their spirited flight br br Lekeleke is our crony br We call to her in the sky br Give us white fingers we say br And we will give you black.