We shall dance through the yards of the prison, and dance through the prison gate,
We shall dance through the hills of the country, and dance through the streets of the town,
We shall dance with the old till sunset, and dance with the young until dawn,
We shall dance in the arms of the prophets, and dance to the spirit's drum.

And the dogs of the days of darkness, the dogs shall cower in the sand,
And we shall not cease our struggle, until love is the lord of the land.

And the walls in the hearts of the hated, the walls shall be broken down,
And the walls in the hearts of the hated, the walls shall be broken down,
And the fear in the bowels of the tyrant, the fear shall be pacified,
And the wrath in the blood of the captive, the wrath shall be pacified.

And the dogs of the days of darkness, the dogs shall cower in the sand,
And we shall not cease our struggle, until love is the lord of the land.

And the Stones; of the people's power, the stones shall be gathered up,
And the bullets of the tyrant's power, the bullets shall be melted down,
And the flame of the people's necklace, the flame shall be cast aside,
And the knot of the hangman's necklace, the knot shall be torn apart,

And the dogs of the days of darkness, the dogs shall cower in the sand,
And we shall not cease our struggle, until love is the lord of the land.

And the steel of the soldier's rifle, the steel shall become a plough,
And the blood of the broken bodies, the blood shall become the soil,
And the bomb of the freedom fighter, the bomb shall become a seed,
And the sweat of the worker's forehead, the sweat shall become the rain,

And the dogs of the days of darkness, the dogs shall cower in the sand,
And we shall not cease our struggle, until love is the lord of the land.

And the wounds that are deep as the dongas, the wounds shall begin to heal,
And the scars that are grim as the ghettos, the scars shall begin to heal,
And the grass on the hills of freedom, the grass shall be green again,
And the grapes on the vines of freedom, the grapes shall be sweet again.

And the dogs of the days of darkness, the dogs shall cower in the sand,
And we shall not cease our struggle, until love is the lord of the land.

(Used with Permission)

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