In the shadow of the Maloti mountains high,
Where the eagles soar and the spirits fly,
The Basotho people, with hearts so grand,
Weave tales of old in the Lesotho land.
Their blankets, vibrant, in the morning light,
Tell stories of warriors, brave in their might,
Of love and kin, of joy and strife,
Each thread a testament to the circle of life.
The drums of Lesotho beat through the night,
Echoing the past, a rhythmic delight,
Songs of ancestors, through generations passed,
Binding the present to a legacy vast.
In dances and chants, their culture shines,
A heritage rich, through time it defines,
The Basotho spirit, unyielding and proud,
Resonates deeply, like thunder so loud.