This Land, South of Africa
This land
The whole land
Will be healed
It must be healed
This land
The whole land
Will be healed
It must be healed
This land
The whole land
Each grain of sand north to south, east to west
The given earth, the best land
The prostrate valleys, the angry mountains
The smiling hills, this beautiful, beautiful country
Must be healed, With all the love it takes
To pump one heart and fill it with a dream
This land, the whole land
Will be healed, must be healed
These robust rivers
The timid brooks, the dams
The lakes the lagoons
Rivers that fall from the sky
Floating, foaming, flowing waterfalls
Limpopo ventricles that feed the soil
Howick, uMfolozi, Thukela, Orange Garib, the Vaal
Memories of battle against settlers' steel
These sacred waterway must be washed
With all the tears it takes to cleanse a stream
This land, the whole land
Must be healed, will be healed
These feeding corn fields and faces of sunflower
Sprawling farms, crawling grass and tree
The jabbing jacaranda, the pointing pine
The partisan protea, the vineyards
The orchards bursting fruit and grazing grain
Defiant cactus in desert dunes
Flashing swords against Pretorian names
These gifts of earth must be shared
With all the caring it takes to heal a million hearts
This land, the whole land
Will be healed, it must be healed
These brazen cities, the swollen mines
The mineral of our sweat
The teaming ghettos, the dormitory cells
Tin towns and squalid squatter camps
Where hope smothers in a tyre
These furnaces of human indifference
Must incinerate with all the heat of a healing fire
These brazen cities, the swollen mines
The mineral of our sweat
The teaming ghetto, the dormitory cells
Tin towns and squalid squatter camps
Where hope smothers in a tyre
These furnaces of human indifference
Must incinerate with all the heat of a healing fire
This broken land, this wounded place
Bleeding rains of earth, crying a justice not done
Dying a peace not won
This nation of pallbearers not always mourners shall be
They'll gather fruit of the free, knowing true justice living true peace
They will gather fruit of the free, knowing true justice living true peace
In this land, this whole land
Which will be healed
It must be healed
This land, the whole land
Will be healed, it must be healed
This land will be healed
It must be healed
It must be healed