My Africa

From ashore the smiling sun from the Carmel bowel did came, To tint the ears of the virgins for the birth of our king. Gold, Frankincense and myrrh were brought to adore my king. From the birth of the world hath your glory set before us my Africa. The salvage of the father of faith and our king. Not as a wonder that I have a dream was declared. Like the esias prophecy of our lord. Yet our eyes and hearts are blank to behold this, They had come and gone but left us with their merchants, In celebration and praise do we adore them. But set the celebration of our giants to the grave. I hail you the breath of the world, Your unlimited strength cannot be compare, Your bosom lay the pyramid and ancient olumo, The gate of the holy land i adore you.