AFRICAN CHILD Born with pride and honor Born to be a warrior Born to be brave and strong The lion of Africa The thunder of the tribe I hear the cry of my ancestor's Calling from beyond Calling from the desert Calling from the wind Calling from the sea Crying for the children Hawking in the street From day to night For the poor child in slavery For the bloodshed of tribal wars I hear the cry of our ancestor's Taint no more the soil Let our spirit rest.