IYethu bo hum iyo hambo ham IYethu bo hum iyo hambo ham IYethu bo hum iyo hambo ham IYethu bo hum iyo hambo ham IYethu bo hum iyo hambo ham IYethu bo hum iyo hambo ham Copper sun sinking low Scatterlings and fugitives Hooded eyes and weary brows Seek refuge in the night They are the scatterlings of Africa Each uprooted one On the road to Phelamanga Where the world began I love the scatterlings of Africa Each and every one In their hearts a burning hunger Beneath the copper sun Ancient bones from Olduvai Echoes of the very first cry "Who made me, here and why? -- Beneath this copper sun" African ideas African ideas Make the future clear Oh make the future clear As we are scatterlings of Africa Both you and I (O mama we) Right on the road to Phelamanga Beneath the copper sky We are scatterlings of Africa On a journey to the sky (O mama we) Far below we leave forver Dreams of what we were IYethu bo hum iyo hambo ham IYethu bo hum iyo hambo ham IYethu bo hum iyo hambo ham IYethu bo hum iyo, yethu, yethu, yethu O pele mama ye Mama ye Scatterlings of Africa O pele mama ye We are the scatterlings of Africa O pele mama ye Mama ye, we are the scatterlings of Africa O pele Mama ye Mama ye, we are the scatterlings of Africa O pele Mama ye Mama ye O pele Mama ye Mama ye O pele Mama ye