[male
vocals] (
Oya,
give
them)
Ah,
forty-seven
years
of
grace
Simba
in
the
building
No
dulling,
we
celebrate
today
Ehen,
see
gobe (
Oya,
give
them)
Ah,
forty-seven
years
of
grace
Simba
in
the
building
No
dulling,
we
celebrate
today
Ehen,
see
gobe
Forty-seven
steps,
I
done
walk
through
the
fire
Many
people
talk
say
my
destiny
tire
Dem
write
me
off,
say
the
race
don
finish
But
look
at
me
now,
the
glory
just
dey
diminish?
No!
The
light
inside
me,
e
dey
shine
more
bright
Through
the
valley
of
shadow,
He
guide
me
with
light
When
I
look
back
at
the
road
that
I
travel
Is
only
His
mercy
that
make
the
puzzle
unravel
Today
is
the
day,
make
we
celebrate
Simba
Forty-seven
years,
my
cup
overflow,
extra
jara
It
is
the
grace
of
God,
oh,
I
give
Him
the
praise
He
keep
my
mind
peaceful
through
all
of
these
days
Yeah,
Simba
is
here,
e
choke,
no
competition
Living
the
soft
life,
that
is
my
only
mission
Some
days
were
cloudy,
some
days
were
rough
But
the
Hand
of
the
Father
was
always
enough
I
no
be
man,
but
I
stand
like
a
giant
To
the
voice
of
my
maker,
I
remain
defiant
Against
the
doubt,
against
the
noise
of
the
street
I
keep
on
moving
with
rhythm
on
my
feet
Omo,
gratitude
is
the
attitude
I
carry
With
the
blessings
of
God,
I
no
fit
ever
marry
misery
Today
is
the
day,
make
we
celebrate
Simba
Forty-seven
years,
my
cup
overflow,
extra
jara
It
is
the
grace
of
God,
oh,
I
give
Him
the
praise
He
keep
my
mind
peaceful
through
all
of
these
days
Yeah,
Simba
is
here,
e
choke,
no
competition
Living
the
soft
life,
that
is
my
only
mission
See,
they
wrote
me
off,
but
the
script
changed
Everything
in
my
life
was
rearranged
By
the
King
of
Kings,
the
One
who
holds
the
key
Everything
I
have,
He
gave
it
all
to
me (
He
gave
it
all
to
me!)
So
tonight
we
pop
the
bottles,
we
give
thanks
for
the
breath
I’
m
dancing
through
the
seasons,
I’
m
conquering
death
Forty-seven
years,
look
at
how
the
boy
has
grown
By
the
mercies
of
God,
the
seeds
that
were
sown
Are
reaping
in
harvest,
the
peace
of
my
mind
Is
the
greatest
treasure
that
I
ever
could
find
Today
is
the
day,
make
we
celebrate
Simba
Forty-seven
years,
my
cup
overflow,
extra
jara
It
is
the
grace
of
God,
oh,
I
give
Him
the
praise
He
keep
my
mind
peaceful
through
all
of
these
days
Yeah,
Simba
is
here,
e
choke,
no
competition
Living
the
soft
life,
that
is
my
only
mission
Forty-seven
years,
yeah
Simba,
the
greatest,
still
standing
No
shaking,
only
grace
Thank
you
Lord,
e
don
do! (
Shey
you
dey
whine
me?)
It’
s
a
celebration,
baby! (
No
dulling!)
Keep
shining,
Simba.