Chale, eii!
Mama Africa, oyiwa!
From the golden shores of Accra to the rolling hills of the green,
I see the beauty in every face, a sight that is so serene.
Sunlight dancing on the Kente cloth, woven with pride and grace,
Every rhythm of the talking heart, moving at a steady pace.
Wonim? The spirit of our ancestors flowing deep within the land,
We build our future together, working with a steady hand.
Oh, Mama Africa, your beauty is a story untold,
More precious than the diamonds, more radiant than the gold.
Mama Africa, you are the queen of the earth,
Celebrating the glory, celebrating your birth.
Chale, let the palm-wine flow, feel the rhythm in your soul,
Mama Africa, you make the broken spirit whole.
Oyiwa, Mama Africa, our pride and our joy,
In your light, we find the peace that no one can destroy.
We wake up with the sunrise, thankful for another day,
Walking through the Independence Square in such a noble way.
Kelewele on the street corner, the scent filling the air,
Community and laughter, a love that we all share.
Eii! The resilience in our walk, the wisdom in our eyes,
Underneath the vast expanse of the brilliant southern skies.
We chop life with gratitude, counting every single blessing,
With your arms around us, Mama, we find true rest and dressing.
Mama Africa, you are the queen of the earth,
Celebrating the glory, celebrating your birth.
Chale, let the palm-wine flow, feel the rhythm in your soul,
Mama Africa, you make the broken spirit whole.
Oyiwa, Mama Africa, our pride and our joy,
In your light, we find the peace that no one can destroy.
From the bustle of Kumasi to the quiet of the plains,
You wash away the sorrow, you heal all of our pains.
Yoo! We stand tall, we stand proud, we stand together strong,
Singing out your melody, our eternal anthem song.
So let the horns blow loud, let the guitars begin to chime,
We are writing history, one beat at a time.
It is a legacy of love, a heritage so deep and wide,
With Mama Africa leading us, there is nowhere left to hide.
We are the children of the soil, the heartbeat of the globe,
Wrapped in the vibrant patterns of your traditional robe.
Chop life today, celebrate the life we lead,
Mama Africa, you are the water for our seed.
Mama Africa, you are the queen of the earth,
Celebrating the glory, celebrating your birth.
Chale, let the palm-wine flow, feel the rhythm in your soul,
Mama Africa, you make the broken spirit whole.
Oyiwa, Mama Africa, our pride and our joy,
In your light, we find the peace that no one can destroy.
Mama Africa, our shining star,
We take your love no matter how near or far.
Chale, chop life!
Oyiwa, we love you Mama Africa.