I dream of a county
So rich be it,that diamonds won't afford
And gold is as minute and infiniteI dream of a county
So blessed because my forefathers passed it on to me
I treasure it like the egg
So delicate I can't afford to dropI dream of my County
The bare sands that bit against my sole
As I look after my cattle
Trekking so hard to afford schoolfees
Because my household will produce a leader
So outspoken the father of leadership shudders at his might.I dream of my homeland
Vast and so distant
Marginalised but guarded by ethnics
Bound by a tradition so rich
And a heritage modelled to perfectionI dream that one day
My county will rise above its minor differences
And my country will rise up to new leadership
Cheers to liberalisation,cheers to my dream.... I dream of my county. ..i dream for my land
I dream under my mathenge tree
and everytime I crane my neck,
I see a beautiful land,filled with ambition and propelled by a 32° of heat. "
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