Awake

Your sons and daughters have gathered Under the great odum tree We have come to offer the fruits of our lips Can you hear the rhythmic tunes of the xylophone? Can you hear the vibrations from the flutes? Can you hear the sounds of our melody? Awake! We are the children of your great heritage We are the children of your great tribe The tribe our ancestors gave us The tribe that is not complete without Its mortar and pistil We are under the great odum tree The tree that stands between our two tribes The tree that gave our posterities life Your kings are here Your elders are here Your children are here Awake! And listen to our great melody.