Mama Africa, please don’t cry,
though your children are hungry,
your rivers run dry.
Mama Africa, don’t be in pain,
the greed will subside
and a new King will reign
Mama Africa, so much to share,
of talent, of greatness
an oneness so rare
Mama Africa, lift up your eyes:
they’ll fail and they’ll falter
and then they’ll realize
Mama Africa be content
your children will grow up and
then realize the extent
Mama Africa, please don’t cry,
though your children are hungry,
and your rivers run dry.
