At the end of the old year we thank you,
Well of maternal love,
for holding us in times of peril
throughout the year.

They’re stealing our cattle on misty plains –
it pains my heart to say so –
I hope none of us is lost in the gloom
for all our sins.

Today won’t you please bless Africa,
look on her paths with favour,
now restrain all teachings
leading us astray.

Oppression and injustices
as well as crimes committed
by cheating and killing each other:
please appear in a vision.

They’re stealing our cattle on misty plains!
But you say the white man can see.
The Judge’s eyes are watching us:
how will it appear?

The year has passed bearing news
of nothing but persecution,
confusion confounding our praise of God.
Peace!!

Every earthly burden,
everything you did,
everybody’s habits
have been recorded.

The year has passed, it’s barely gone,
fireworks marked its passage,
raised voices welcomed the new, coming in its fashion;
take the sweet gum, 1925,
and drizzle it over us.

They’re stealing our cattle on misty plains!
Where’s the star the white man brought,
describing the bounty of heaven
to us on earth?
Think about it!!

They’re stealing our cattle on misty plains!
The white man’s bounty lies in Africa,
the cause of our tribulation,
And so we die.
Mercy!!

The year has passed bearing news
of nothing but persecution,
confusion confounding
our praise of God.
Peace!!