[male
vocals] (
Guitar
arpeggio
fades
in
with
gentle
udu
pulses)
Nna,
hear
the
story
of
the
delta.
From
the
creeks
to
the
rising
sun,
we
stand
tall.
Beneath
the
canopy
where
the
waters
flow
deep,
The
secrets
of
our
fathers
are
the
promises
we
keep.
We
walk
through
the
marshland
with
our
heads
held
high,
Under
the
vast
expanse
of
the
Nigerian
sky.
Though
the
road
is
narrow
and
the
current
is
strong,
We
hold
to
the
rhythm
of
our
ancient
song.
We
work
in
the
heat,
we
plant
the
grain,
Finding
our
strength
in
the
middle
of
the
rain.
Oh,
the
people
of
the
delta,
proud
and
free,
Like
the
mighty
river
running
to
the
sea.
With
a
spirit
of
iron
and
a
heart
made
of
gold,
We
are
the
story
that
remains
to
be
told.
Oya,
let
the
trumpet
sound
for
the
brave
and
the
bold,
We
are
the
people,
the
story
of
old.
Chai,
the
struggle
is
real
in
the
heart
of
the
land,
But
we
build
our
future
with
our
own
two
hand.
They
say
we
are
stubborn,
they
say
we
are
wild,
But
resilience
is
born
in
every
delta
child.
We
do
not
bow
when
the
storm
clouds
gather,
We
face
the
challenge,
we
face
it
together.
From
the
oil-rich
earth
to
the
salt
in
the
breeze,
We
bring
our
own
peace
to
the
rustling
trees.
Oh,
the
people
of
the
delta,
proud
and
free,
Like
the
mighty
river
running
to
the
sea.
With
a
spirit
of
iron
and
a
heart
made
of
gold,
We
are
the
story
that
remains
to
be
told.
Oya,
let
the
trumpet
sound
for
the
brave
and
the
bold,
We
are
the
people,
the
story
of
old.
Omo,
look
at
the
beauty,
look
at
the
grace,
Written
in
the
lines
of
every
elder’
s
face.
We
pay
the
price,
we
carry
the
load,
Walking
the
path
on
this
long,
winding
road.
But
wait
for
the
harvest,
wait
for
the
light,
We
are
the
stars
that
shine
through
the
night.
So
let
them
know
the
grit
that
flows
in
our
vein,
We
rise
like
the
sun
after
the
heavy
rain.
No
wahala,
no
fear,
just
the
pride
of
the
soil,
Blessing
the
fruits
of
our
daily
toil.
We
love
our
brothers,
we
stand
for
our
own,
Building
the
legacy,
stone
by
stone.
Oh,
the
people
of
the
delta,
proud
and
free,
Like
the
mighty
river
running
to
the
sea.
With
a
spirit
of
iron
and
a
heart
made
of
gold,
We
are
the
story
that
remains
to
be
told.
Oya,
let
the
trumpet
sound
for
the
brave
and
the
bold,
We
are
the
people,
the
story
of
old.
Chop
life
with
purpose,
keep
your
head
to
the
sky.
Delta
people,
you
will
never
die.
Rise
up,
stand
tall,
let
the
guitar
play.
We
are
moving
to
a
better
day. (
Horn
section
crescendo
fading
into
soft
udu
beat)