Jehovah, replenish our days on earth,

as you did in the time of our fathers.

Did you forsake us forever,

Elephant grazing the plains of Canaan?

Jehovah, replenish our days on earth,

as you did in the time of our fathers,

Beater of Sandile's drum,

Langalibalele's black cow.

This land of Africa's ours,

but we sank in pools through our folly.

Africa stayed; she's nowhere else.

Use a grass skirt when you can't go out.

You see, my people, we're old,

truth threw us long ago,

as we idly bicker we're left in the dust

and Africa slips through our fingers forever.

When we offer advice knowing little

you say He'll descend knowing all.

God offers no hope at all

that He'll ever, ever speak to you.

Will this Africa ever come back?

They say, “Jehovah, can you hear?”

Their country makes them froth at the mouth.

Ach, bo! they ground me fine as flour.

It will come back, I say, like it or not,

despite your screaming and kicking.

Isaiah says: “These are my words;

tell your people I'm the one talking.”

Unity's our only strength,

it alone can nourish us.

And Jesus descended from heaven with love

to unify heaven and earth.