Lift high the flag of Ghana,

The gay star shining in the sky,

Bright with the souls of our fathers,

Beneath whose shade we'll live and die!

Red for the blood of the heroes in the fight,

Green for the fruitful farms of our birthright,

And linked with these the shining golden band,

That marks the richness of our Fatherland.

We'll live and die for Ghana,

Our land of hope for ages to come!

Shout it aloud, O Ghana,

And beat it out upon the drum!

Come from the palm-lined shore, from the broad northern plain,

From the farm and the forest, the mountain and mine,

Your children sing with ancient minstrel lore:

Freedom for ever, for evermore!

This be our vow, O Ghana,

To live at one, in unity,

And in your strength, O Ghana,

To build a new fraternity!

Africa waits in the night of the clouded years

For the spreading light that now appears

To give us all a place beneath the sun—

The destined ending of a task well done.