My home
I'm the child of a warrior
Daughter of a slave
Product of the blood that my ancestors gave
I am fresh Kalinago in the Paguay lights
I am proud Mandingo on the darkest night
I am Waitukubuli
Native to the core
And out of the free spirit of Negres Marron
Flavored with the piece of freedom and love
This I owe to the land of my birth
And I sing home
From the East with the rising sun
To west when the day is done
This land is my home
Oh I sing home
From the mountains that gave her name
To the hills from whence freedom reigned
This land is my home
My home
I am friend to the earth
And sister to the sun
The water and the river and I are one
I rise with the wind and fall with the rain
When the motherland cries oh I feel the pain
Oh I feel the pain
I am blue as hue of her deepest sea
I am red as the blood spilled to set me free
I am green as the grass from the valley below
And like the warmth of the sun I'm yellow
And I sing home
To the children I've raised in song
Who chanting we shall belong
This land is my home
Oh I sing home
From the mountains that gave her name
To the hills from whence freedom reigned
This land is my home
Oh I sing home
From the East from east with the rising sun
To west when the day is done
This land is my home
Oh I sing home
From the mountains that gave her name
To the hills from whence freedom reigned
This land is my home
My home
I'm the child of a warrior
Daughter of a slave