At the end of the old year we thank you,

Well of maternal love,

for holding us in times of peril

throughout the year.

They're stealing our cattle on misty plains—

it pains my heart to say so—

I hope none of us is lost in the gloom

for all our sins.

Part us from our foolishness,

and straighten out our paths,

ignore all our transgressions

of the past year.

Today won't you please bless Africa,

look on her paths with favour,

now restrain all teachings

leading us astray.

Oppression and injustices

as well as crimes committed

by cheating and killing each other:

please appear in a vision.

They're stealing our cattle on misty plains!

But you say the white man can see.

The Judge's eyes are watching us:

how will it appear?

The year has passed bearing news

of nothing but persecution,

confusion confounding our praise of God.

Peace!!

Every earthly burden,

everything you did,

everybody's habits

have been recorded.

The year has passed, it's barely gone,

fireworks marked its passage,

raised voices welcomed the new,

coming in its fashion.

There's the trumpet calling us,

heavens and earth, the sea and the waves;

take that sweet gum, 1925,

and drizzle it over us.

They're stealing our cattle on misty plains!

Where's the star the white man brought,

describing the bounty of heaven

to us on earth?

Think about it!!

They're stealing our cattle on misty plains!

The white man's bounty lies in Africa,

the cause of our tribulation.

And so we die.

Mercy!!

The year has passed bearing news

of nothing but persecution,

confusion confounding

our praise of God.

Peace!!