I will survive
From my bees are alive
Honey's coming from the hive yo
Food is coming from my soil
Mama pot a fi boil
Food for the child

Well over the hills and through the valley on top of the mountain
Me seh Selassie I bless and I devote him
Listen to the birds when them a sing them anthem
Listen to the wind a with the whistling blend
Give thanks for the trees for ya produce oxygen
So me let out the lion name from all tongue again
And free all black people from mortality
Out of the mouth