南アフリカの呼び声
In the golden warmth of summer, in the chill of winter's air,in the surging life of springtime, in the autumn of despair;When the wedding bells are chiming or when those we love do depart;Thou dost know us for thy children and dost take us to thy heart.Loudly peals the answering chorus; We are thine, and we shall stand,Be it life or death, to answer to thy call, beloved land.