And I wonder to myself, I wonder about life itself
Will the children I’ve yet to have, will they wander in this sun-drenched land?
Come with me, take my hand
Together we’ll stay in the Promised Land
Sit with me, I’m begging please
Look into my eyes and you will see
That I’m a South African
We build mansions with towering walls, like castles against marauding hordes
Our own people languish outside, armed with hunger and battered pride
Come with us, join our hands
Together we’ll stay in the Promised Land
Sit with us, we’re begging please
Look into our eyes and you will see
That we’re all South Africans
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