The mist acts like a crown upon the green hills
Where the Zambezi flows and the spirit fills
Copper in the veins, emerald in the eye
We hold the wealth that money cannot buy
From the lungs of the Congo to the Sahara heat
The earth is alive beneath our bare feet
They saw the shine, they wanted the prize
But they missed the galaxy hidden in our eyes

They dug for the silver, they dug for the oil
They tried to bleed the life from the golden soil
But how do you empty a cup that is endless?
How do you break a root that is boundless?
We are the tree that bends but never breaks

Africa Ehhh!
Mama, Mama, Mama, Mama
Africa Ehhh!
They took the harvest, but we kept the seed
Mama, Mama, Mama, Mama.. Africa
You are the garden that satisfies every need

They loaded the ships and they sailed away
But the rhythm remained, it decided to stay
In the weave of the Kente, in the beat of the chest
We are the dynasty, we are the blessed
Rich in the laughter, rich in the rain
Standing tall in the sun, standing tall in the pain
We are not victims of a stolen past
We are the first breath, and we are the last

Africa Ehhh!
Mama, Mama, Mama, Mama
Africa Ehhh!
They took the harvest, but we kept the seed
Mama, Mama, Mama, Mama.. Africa
You are the garden that satisfies every need

Look at the skin black gold
Look at the story never fully told
For every diamond they cut from the stone
We grew a king on a spiritual throne
You cannot loot the soul!
You cannot steal the light!
We rise in the morning!
We shine in the night!

Still standing.. (standing)
Still rich.. (Still rich)
My Mama, My Mama, My Mama
You are the cradle
You are the grave
You are the free
You are the brave
Africa Ehhh..