He died
When he was young
Full of pride
Full of passion

He was born in adversity
Grew up in oppression
And schooled in struggle
In longing for freedom

Clouds overcast the world
He has gone to a higher life
He was asked to leave
The beloved son of soil

I saw faces of Africans
Tears and sighs, sighs and tears
Expressing absence of their hope
His brothers and sisters left
Hopefully and eagerly

His death it doesn’t matter
It is for freedom he died
His death it doesn’t matter
It is for freedom he died

His death it doesn’t matter
It is for unity he died
His death it doesn’t matter
It is for living he died