This land of clay once gave birth to a dream
In the past, long ago
And life remained untouched by fear
Until the day the dream was bled dry.
From across the sea they came, disguised as gods
Hiding their greed and destruction
To cheat us of our peace and innocence.
Still, the cry is heard from afar (from afar)
Soul of the clay, skin of the soil's brown
You had no choice
Soul of the clay, skin of the soil's brown
You had no choice -- they left you no choice
And believing the soil of this land to be home
We cried out for its loss
For we couldn't understand
That what would be would be
Soul of the clay, skin of the soil's brown
You had no choice
Soul of the clay, skin of the soil's brown
You had no choice -- they left you no life
Today the grandfathers cry
For me to sing out the truth (Sing out the truth)
Soul of the clay -- may your song live in me
Your song lives in me (Your song lives in me)
Soul of the clay (skin of the soil's brown)
Soul of the clay (skin of the soil's brown)