From the wide Limpopo sand
Up through green Manicaland
Side by side and hand to hand
Everyone will make a stand
No bastions of steel and stone
No massacre of flesh and bone
And the right to fight for what we own
We stand alone we stand alone.
Where the red flame lily grows
Where the wild Zambezi flows
Where the hunter's fire glows
Every man and woman knows.
No bastions of steel and stone,
No massacre of flesh and bone
And the right to fight for what we own
We stand alone we stand alone.
Beyond the blue Matopo haze
Where the stately sable graze
'Cross the fields of waving maize
Even through the darkest days.
No bastions of steel and stone,
No massacre of flesh and bone
And the right to fight for what we own
We stand alone we stand alone.
Through the flood and through the drought
Through the years of fears and doubt
Never let the flame go out
We will stand alone and shout.
No bastions of steel and stone
No massacre of flesh and bone
And the right to fight for what we own
We stand alone we stand alone.