Lyrics to Your Anthem
Pray at your chapel, kneel at your mosque
and bow at your temple, never mind.
We differ in prayers, yet we can live as one,
call love your anthem under the shining sun.
Speak your Chinese, speak your Zulu
and speak your Spanish, never mind.
We differ in speech, yet we can win life's game,
give your kids Indian, Persian and Russian names.
Ride the rainbows with your big smile
and paint the blue skies above mile to mile.
Close the distance by holding hands
and win a woman's love from distant lands.
We might be black, might be white
and might be brown, oh, never mind.
We differ in colour, yet we can mix to be one,
to laugh with neighbours, for everlasting fun.
Ask for no more wars and hurting scars,
Oh, oh, no more tears for our children dear.
Ride the rainbows with your big smile
and paint the blue skies above mile to mile.
Close the distance by holding hands
and win a woman's love from distant lands.
We might be rich, might be poor
and might be toilers, never mind.
We differ in who we are, yet we can give love to all,
to mend broken homes and never let them fall.
Ask for no more wars and hurting scars,
Oh, oh, no more tears for our children dear.
and bow at your temple, never mind.
We differ in prayers, yet we can live as one,
call love your anthem under the shining sun.
Speak your Chinese, speak your Zulu
and speak your Spanish, never mind.
We differ in speech, yet we can win life's game,
give your kids Indian, Persian and Russian names.
Ride the rainbows with your big smile
and paint the blue skies above mile to mile.
Close the distance by holding hands
and win a woman's love from distant lands.
We might be black, might be white
and might be brown, oh, never mind.
We differ in colour, yet we can mix to be one,
to laugh with neighbours, for everlasting fun.
Ask for no more wars and hurting scars,
Oh, oh, no more tears for our children dear.
Ride the rainbows with your big smile
and paint the blue skies above mile to mile.
Close the distance by holding hands
and win a woman's love from distant lands.
We might be rich, might be poor
and might be toilers, never mind.
We differ in who we are, yet we can give love to all,
to mend broken homes and never let them fall.
Ask for no more wars and hurting scars,
Oh, oh, no more tears for our children dear.
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