Xola moya wami Ave, Kukude emakhaya (Forgive me my soul, The homelands are so far) I know you miss the sunrise And the lush green trees And all the stories of Pots of Gold Fables & Fantasies And the nosy neighbors And all their community events And stretches' of green grass And all the sunsets, Those beautiful sunsets Thula moya wami, Ave Kuzolunga (Be quiet my soul, all will be well)
