Yil Lull

I sing for the black and the people of this land

I sing for the red and the blood that was shed

Now I’m singing for the gold of a new year growing old

Yil Lull

I sing up to him of the most high

I sing so much praises it makes me want to cry Now I’m singing just for you so all can recognise

Yil Lull

I sing for the black

I sing for the red and the gold Stories told for young and old

Yil Lull