I’ve heard
tales of Nkrumah’s Ghana
Her beauty
and abundant riches
I’ve heard
of her renowned honour
And her
glittering golden beaches
Lo! Her
fountain of honey
The pleasure
and the sweetness
No room for
melancholy
Utmost joy,
the people harness
I’ve heard
rumours of her fall
People say
she lost her garment
The garment
that made her stand tall
And so till
date, she laments
Others
attest she did loose her garment
But to men
of indiscipline and corruption
Hope and
aspiraton filled that raiment
Its loss then
blurred her vision
We are the
silver lining in this cloud
So we vow to
make our mother proud
Gold and
silver we do have
Talk less,
the unity and the love
For as the
sun sets, we argue and diss
But by
sunrise, we all at peace
Through the
blood and toil of our fathers
Amidst the
sweat and tears of our mothers
We owe to
the land of our birth
A certain
and sure rebirth
In our own
ways, let us pay our dues
And pledge
woe to them that refuse
Hopefully,
we will find the garment
And Ghana
will once again, soar in her raiment
God bless
Ghana!! Long live Ghana!!!