South Africa 

Gentle land, Father land -

what are we doing to you?

Here we stand and fight -

black is black and white is white.

Does God want a 'melting pot' -

each throw away his race -

I think

not.

He has taught me face to face -

in his family -

we all have our place.

No Afrikarnerdom, no English pride,

no throw the black to one side.

Brothers, sisters - stop this cry 

that

"they are cursed and they must die"!

How short can ones memory be,

don't you remember -

'Cursed is he who dies on a tree"?

He was cursed for you and me,

by His blood we are made free.

Free to love one another,

black and white, sister, brother.

Let's join hands and start again -

let's forget oppression and forget

the pain -

let forget the past and bullet rain

let bury it - deep

and try once again

to build on the foundation of

hate and of pain.

What will rise up - 
who knows what will be?
The future I cannot see -

but one things for sure
it

will make history
and we -
we will be

truly free!