[Intro]
Soft keys under moonlight, a slow pulse like a resting heart
Whispers of the river, voices calling us to start
[Verse 1]
Market smoke at dawn, cassava and bright yam stands
Children running past the church, laughter held in open hands
Tobacco fields roll like memories up the hillside lane
Graves of our forefathers watch over rain and harvest pain
We breathe the same air, we walk on the same land
Remembering where we came from, and who took a stand
[Pre-Chorus]
Hold close the stories carved on stones and in our songs
Feel the drum beneath your feet — it tells us we belong
Lift up the lanterns, let them stitch our scattered light
We can turn the dark to morning, if we hold on tight
[Chorus]
Bong County is all that we have
let us not allow politics and hatred to divide
us from the love and unique history we have
This is the land that our forefathers fought for
ku lee emag wannah
kufay nee na politics eeku luah kala
Kwa ku woo pu giemah
cause we are one people
long live our ancestors land
long live Bong County and its people
because of politics and greed, we have dash down the love and unity that bounds us together as a people.
Nephew insulting uncle, son disrespecting mother.
where do we stand.
[Verse 2]
Mothers bend to mend a shirt, fathers hum an old refrain
Smoke from the cooking pots like prayers that call your name
The school bell still remembers every promise we once made
But rumors and the paper trails leave bridges falsely frayed
I see a child with empty shoes, an elder with a sigh
But in their eyes a stubborn light that will not say goodbye
[Pre-Chorus]
So gather at the riverbank where songs are always free
Speak the names of those who built us, plant the tamarind tree
Let market voices thread like gold across the dusty road
Weave back the ribbons of our love and share the load
[Chorus]
Bong County is all that we have
let us not allow politics and hatred to divide
us from the love and unique history we have
This is the land that our forefathers fought for
ku lee emag wannah
kufay nee na politics eeku luah kala
Kwa ku woo pu giemah
cause we are one people
long live our ancestors land
long live Bong County and its people
because of politics and greed, we have dash down the love and unity that bounds us together as a people.
Nephew insulting uncle, son disrespecting mother.
where do we stand.
[Bridge — Call & Response]
Leader: Ku lee emag wannah
Crowd (soft): Ku lee emag wannah
Leader: Kufay nee na politics eeku luah kala
Crowd (rising): Kufay nee na politics eeku luah kala
Leader: Kwa ku woo pu giemah
Crowd (united): Kwa ku woo pu giemah
Leader: Cause we are one people
Crowd: Cause we are one people
[Chorus — Full, with harmony]
Bong County is all that we have
let us not allow politics and hatred to divide
us from the love and unique history we have
This is the land that our forefathers fought for
ku lee emag wannah
kufay nee na politics eeku luah kala
Kwa ku woo pu giemah
cause we are one people
long live ourAncE