In Somalia where the
Sun shines so bright
And the little children
Have fun in the morning sun
With coastlines that gleam
In the sunlight and
From the hills to the sea
It's a beautiful sight and Somalia
A land wild and free
So beautiful for all to see and
A tapestry woven with delight.

When the last snowflakes
Gently descend in early spring
I think about the north country
When the dying drafts of cold air
Solemnly kiss me farewell
I think about you