My son

My son, there is a place
Where you can walk
Facing the sun
Waiting for you

Where you can grow
So big and strong
Without no fear
For you to be free

Like a tree, you will grow
So tall, strong and brave
And you will speak all

There must be
Such a place
All my life
Has been a waste

Just like the sea
I know there must be

Like a tree, you will grow
So tall, strong and brave
And you will speak for all

There must be
Such a place
All my life
Has been a waste

Just like the sea
I know there must be

Roses are red
Iintyatyambo zibomvu
Violets are blue
Neziluhlaza
[?]
Zintle zona zitheni
Yet together they stand

Eziluhlaza iintyatyambo ezibomvu
Zintle zifuze mna
Ndimhle, ndifana neentyatyambo
Ndimhle, ndifana neentyatyambo