Let there be light

Nkrumah was her oil


Burning midnights in his widow\'s mite

As Africa struggled and toiled


He encountered the banter

All efforts were foiled


Mother of freedom

His compatriots call him father


Democracy was crippled

Nkrumah gave him legs

Freedom was impossible

Nkrumah thought it first


Travel the world over

It\'s Africa we belong


\'\'We are capable, now or never\'\'


Sage and wisdom, Nkrumah Meant better


His words never fail

They flourish

Breaking the wings of slavery

And soon they perish


In the North, South, East and West

At long last, Africa can rest