[male
vocals] (
Gentle
acoustic
guitar
strumming,
steady
mid-tempo
beat
kicks
in)
Yeah,
for
Mr.
Manda,
the
Lamba
Bull
We
keep
it
steady,
we
keep
it
true
From
the
Copperbelt
to
the
world
Listen
to
the
rhythm
of
the
soil
From
the
Copperbelt
roads
to
the
north-west
dust
Central
morning
voices,
we
speak
what
we
trust
Old
words
on
young
tongues
like
fire
in
the
air
From
home
to
the
schoolyard,
our
name
is
right
there
We
walk
through
the
valley
with
heads
held
high
Under
the
vastness
of
the
Zambian
sky
Mr.
Manda
leading
with
a
heart
so
bold
Stories
of
the
ancestors
waiting
to
be
told
Let
the
children
learn
it,
write
it
on
the
board
Hear
it
in
the
classroom,
open
every
door
Every
syllable
a
bridge
to
the
past
Building
a
future
that
is
surely
gonna
last
Lamba
Language,
rise,
Lamba
Language,
rise
We
Lamba
Laba,
we
carry
it
high
Icilamba
umu
lake
wesu,
say
it
and
you
know
Fwe
Ba
Lamba,
let
our
people
grow
Lamba
Language,
rise,
Lamba
Language,
rise
We
Lamba
Laba,
we
carry
it
high
Icilamba
umu
lake
wesu,
say
it
and
you
know
Fwe
Ba
Lamba,
let
our
people
grow
In
the
market
echoes,
in
the
river
songs
Every
grandmama
knows
it
keeps
the
roots
strong
Copperbelt
breeze
blowing
through
the
trees
Speaking
our
truth
with
such
graceful
ease
Mr.
Manda,
the
Lamba
Bull,
he
sets
the
pace
With
a
steady
stride
and
a
calm,
quiet
grace
It’
s
the
language
of
the
hearth,
the
language
of
the
fire
Lifting
our
spirits,
taking
us
higher
Lamba
Language,
rise,
Lamba
Language,
rise
We
Lamba
Laba,
we
carry
it
high
Icilamba
umu
lake
wesu,
say
it
and
you
know
Fwe
Ba
Lamba,
let
our
people
grow
Lamba
Language,
rise,
Lamba
Language,
rise
We
Lamba
Laba,
we
carry
it
high
Icilamba
umu
lake
wesu,
say
it
and
you
know
Fwe
Ba
Lamba,
let
our
people
grow
It’
s
not
just
a
sound,
it’
s
the
beat
of
the
heart
Every
single
person
playing
their
part
From
the
city
lights
down
to
the
village
square
There’
s
a
common
language
that
we
all
share
We
rise
together,
steady
and
slow
Watching
the
legacy
continue
to
grow
Lamba
Language,
rise,
Lamba
Language,
rise
We
Lamba
Laba,
we
carry
it
high
Icilamba
umu
lake
wesu,
say
it
and
you
know
Fwe
Ba
Lamba,
let
our
people
grow
Lamba
Language,
rise,
Lamba
Language,
rise
We
Lamba
Laba,
we
carry
it
high
Icilamba
umu
lake
wesu,
say
it
and
you
know
Fwe
Ba
Lamba,
let
our
people
grow
Mr.
Manda,
the
Lamba
Bull
We
keep
it
steady
Yeah,
we
keep
it
growing
Lamba
language,
rise (
Fade
out
with
soft
percussion)