Down through the ages, mothers and fathers,
Brothers and sisters, remember each other.
We're healing you and me.

I might have the wide open arms of your lover,
You might have a gun and be ready for murder but
We're healing you and me.

I might be a beggar, homeless and hungry,
You might have the wealth that could buy this whole country but
We're healing you and me.

Chant La na na

I might be a leper, outcast and ugly,
You might be the model of physical beauty but
We're healing you and me.

I might have the innocent eyes of a baby,
You might be embroiled in political bribery but
We're healing you and me.

So we fumble and stumble,we mumble and grumble,
We try to play down the extent of our troubles but
We're healing you and me.

Down through the ages, mothers and fathers,
Brothers and sisters remember each other.
We're healing you and me.