Nna, listen to the rhythm of the soil
The land that feeds us, the land we love
(Flute solo)
Deep in the heart of the morning sun
The farmer wakes before the day has begun
With calloused hands and a spirit so wide
He sows the seeds with a sense of pride
For Nigeria, he works under the heat
To make sure the people have bread to eat
No matter the weather, no matter the rain
He bears the burden and he heals the pain
Oh, the farmer is the pillar of the land
With the future of the nation in his hand
He is loyal to the soil, loyal to the tree
Building up the beauty for you and for me
Oh, the farmer is the pillar of the land
With the future of the nation in his hand
He watches his children play by the stream
Teaching them to follow the national dream
"This land is our mother," he says with a smile
"It takes a little patience, it takes a little while"
Oya, see the harvest growing so tall
He answers the country whenever it calls
With music of the drum and the violin string
He hears the anthem that the forest birds sing
Oh, the farmer is the pillar of the land
With the future of the nation in his hand
He is loyal to the soil, loyal to the tree
Building up the beauty for you and for me
Oh, the farmer is the pillar of the land
With the future of the nation in his hand
Chai, the commitment is heavy and deep
Promises to keep while the cities all sleep
From the delta waters to the northern plains
He is the blood flowing through our veins
(Talking drum solo)
His wife is the queen in the comfort of home
Supporting the fields wherever he may roam
They plant the promise for the days ahead
With honest labor and the path that they tread
Omalicha, the future is bright
Because the farmer works for the national light
Chop life with purpose, stand up so tall
He is the hero who never will fall
Oh, the farmer is the pillar of the land
With the future of the nation in his hand
He is loyal to the soil, loyal to the tree
Building up the beauty for you and for me
Oh, the farmer is the pillar of the land
With the future of the nation in his hand
For the country, for the family, for the pride
With the farmer, we are walking side by side
Omo, respect the hand that feeds the nation
(Violin fades)
Loyal to the end.