dirty soil always hurricanes around the town
except when the river is relaxing at sun-down
and the evening colors creep out from the dark
and youngsters dance eager to leave their mark
all the forest is alive with ten thousand activities
unending work for our home to be like the cities
everybody believes like dreams in the sunset sky
such will life at ozobo be where the land's never dry
well balanced like a very ancient village stream
where the pathway's covered with a lonely theme
a prayer in the rainy seasons, keep us above gway
and let our cassavas and plantains grow everyday
we do not think so far away from the day's meal
for the blowing breeze and the river is our dream
Enei Ozobo kay enie Ozobo, we live by that slogan
our hopes and aspirations kept inside a cardigan
for this is our home and nowhere's better on earth
sweet izon language, the liveliness in every breath
to sanctify our hearts and minds, we always will
for our women are beautiful, and our men got skill.
