In 1890 they crossed the Shashi five hundred hardy pioneers
They rode from Tuli to Fort Salisbury
And the flag was raised to rousing cheers
Now the winds of change have blown over her
There were good times and there was strife
Seven flags have flown in her skies,
Red white and blue and the green and white
Oh God's country
Oh how we love thee
How we laughed and how we cried
How we gave our very sons to thee
For God's country we lived and died
Now we wonder a hundred years from now
Who will till and reap her lands
Who will live and even die for her
In whose care will she be and in whose hands
May the winds of peace blow across the world
And touch your lives wherever you are
Sons and daughters of God's Country
Keep a place for her deep in your heart
Oh God's country
Oh how we love thee
How we laughed and how we cried
How we gave our very sons to thee
For God's country we lived and died
Whatever your reason for staying or leaving
Wherever you go, whatever you do
Come November always remember
That God's country was good to you
From Chimanimani to the wide Zambezi
The sun will rise and set each day
And fond memories of God's Country
No one can change or take away
Oh God's country
Oh how we love thee
How we laughed and how we cried
How we gave our very sons to thee
For God's country we lived and died
Oh God's country
Oh how we love thee
How we laughed and how we cried
How we gave our very sons to thee
For God's country we lived and died