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 souls are nourished.
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 they fall from their heights
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, o mother.
Forever proud to be from you.

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