From the lands of past far distant

Call the ancients to their people.

‘Mid the rubble long forgotten

Cry the voices long in slumber.

On the winds the whisper travels

Over plains, across the prairies;

Echoing from the great, tall mountains

Far across the flowing rivers.

Thus the cry goes outward, seeking

For the old man and the young man;

For the children born and unborn,

And the women in their labor.

Forget not us who went before you

In your tales around the campfire.

Let us live in all our glory

In the songs that we have taught you.

Thus the ancients cry their message

From the lands of past far distant;

‘Mid the rubble long forgotten

Cry their voices long in slumber.

Sonagolese