In the valley where the sun rises high,
Amidst the rolling hills and azure sky,
The Xhosa people weave their tales,
With every beat, a heart prevails.
Their voices echo through the canyons wide,
Singing songs of ancestors with pride,
A dance of life, in steps so grand,
Each movement speaks of sacred land.
From the eldersâ wisdom, stories unfold,
Of bravery and love, of hearts so bold,
The young ones listen, eyes gleam bright,
Learning the ways, embracing the light.
Through trials faced and joys embraced,
The Xhosa spirit cannot be erased,
A tapestry of life, so rich and true,
In every soul, the old and new.