In the valley where the rivers sing,
Beneath the vast and endless sky,
Zulu hearts in rhythm cling,
To the beat of days gone by.

The sun rises on ancient lands,
Where warriors once stood brave and tall,
In the dance of life, joined hand in hand,
Echoes of history call.

The songs of ancestors fill the air,
In every breeze, their wisdom flows,
Life woven with tender care,
Through each season, love grows.

Under the moon’s gentle glow,
Stories of old are softly spun,
In Zulu life, the spirit knows,
That unity and peace are won.