At sunrise,we rise
With the cock crow as our alarm
We wake with heavy lids.
No matter how cold
The harmattan,
Persevere we must,
For this treasure
We must have!


At noon,
No matter how hot the sun
Or heavy the rain
You see us trudging home
With Our stomachs clamouring
For food
But persevere, we must
For this treasure
we must have


If truly the white man's treasure
Brings wealth
If after all these
we will someday dress in suit
And tie
Then survive we must!
For this treasure
we must have!