The Long road to freedom
Rising from the manacles of serfdom
The Long trek from oppression
To the Land of Promotion.
The great lift from the valley
To the day and date with destiny
With the joyous cry of victory.
The dream of change became a reality
It was a day after the long night
It was a summer after the dry cold winter
A candle was lit that no one could quench
The victory key snatched, no one could wrench.
Many sowed their lives and their blood
Before the flower could bud and bloom.
Now that husbandman is gone
May the flower continue to bloom.
And may the fruit that came ever remain.