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Africa's sun of the sun, is shining above de heaven land,
De’
day I’se rising, and the lord is smiling, day for us is rising, for black men far and neared Sweet God of the mighty
is in the front line of the sun, the heavenly battalion leads the darkness of de’ mind of de’ black men
Onward,
make your banners wave upon the lord skies, we are one, the lord done spoken and the battle of de’ ancestors march by
the drums, Oh shine, ye men of noble deeds. The triumph plays the de’ freedom wave.
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| Jacqueline Amos (Mix Media) |
Looking upon the rising sun, the spirit
That rise when the morning comes,
O, I ‘se sing it till the middle of de
Cotton fields
I prey, lord coming at
The down sun, of
de’ day
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