I do not yearn for the land of what they call my ancestors'
I have no stake there-
For I gave my heart to this land here.
This land that I know -
Tis beautiful, this land of my ancestors'
But- it sings not to me -
Like the Savannahs do at sunset.
It offers not that feeling-
Something chosen freely
Tis beautiful, this land of my ancestors'-
But it does not pull at my heart, like the Rupununi River
At sunrise -
I do not yearn for the land of what they call my ancestors'
It is an ancient land they say -
But it is built through the ages to last.
A standing monument to the past-
My land is ancient too.
Kanuku blue - Guyana shield-
But my land was built to fade to dreams-
It knows that nothing will last.
My land knows-
So it breeds a people who have nothing to show
but love-
It breeds a people.
who know they will not last and give their all-
Tis beautiful, the land belonging to my ancestors-
But it is a beauty with no meaning to me
I have traded my heart to be free-
