| Lyrics: | O Cameroon, Thou Cradle of our Fathers,
Holy Shrine where in our midst they now
repose,
Their tears and blood and sweat thy soil did water,
On thy hills and valleys once
their tillage rose.
Dear Fatherland, thy worth no tongue can tell!
How can we ever pay thy
due?
Thy welfare we will win in toil and love and peace,
Will be to thy name ever
true!
Chorus:
Land of Promise, land of Glory!
Thou, of life and joy, our only
store!
Thine be honour, thine devotion,
And deep endearment, for evermore.
From Shari,
from where the Mungo meanders
From along the banks of lowly Boumba Stream,
Muster thy sons
in union close around thee,
Mighty as the Buea Mountain be their team;
Instil in them the
love of gentle ways,
Regret for errors of the past;
Foster, for Mother Africa, a
loyalty
That true shall remain to the last.
Chorus:
Land of Promise, land of
Glory!
Thou, of life and joy, our only store!
Thine be honour, thine devotion,
And deep
endearment, for evermore.
Sent by Carlos Andr Pereira da Silva Branco |
