The sun is rising golden and fair,

A breeze is blowing through the air,

Parrots shriek as they fly past,

Other birds are moving fast,

Bird song is a melody,

An orchestra, a symphony.

Sweet Benin, sweet Benin, sweet Benin.

A storm is gathering in the sky,

No animal does utter a cry,

A fierce wind is starting here,

All creatures flee in fear,

A rain is now coming on the land,

A blessing wetting the sand.

Sweet Benin, sweet Benin, sweet Benin.

The corn is growing,

Life is flowing,

Baby birds grow up and die,

Wherever they go, wherever they fly,

A circle that is everlasting,

From it can escape no earthly thing.

Sweet Benin, sweet Benin, sweet Benin.

June-August 2019