Oh the Great White tribe were three hundred thousand strong, Just a drop in the ocean of the world's mighty throng And under the sun of an African land, Barefoot as children they walked in the sand But the dreams of a nation were split by the sword And the world rose against them with sanctions and war But they weathered the storm like twigs in the sea And were beached on the shores of a land that are free. Oh the great white tribe, Is nothing strange; Only scattered never lost In the winds of change. Oh the great white tribe are now all on the move With nothing to lose and nothing to prove. They have friends in the South who were steadfast and true, Now they'll stand by those friends and they'll fight for them too And the twigs will make roots and the roots will be trees And they'll bear forth the fruits and we'll pray on our knees That the tribe will be spared and given grace To give of themselves to the free human race. Oh the great white tribe, Is nothing strange; Only scattered never lost In the winds of change. Oh the great white tribe, Is nothing strange; Only scattered never lost In the winds of change.