
They stand above the water’s line
Contest the concrete pile
To reach the sun and catch the light
Upon my country’s Nile
The wetlands look more like a sea
Had fell upon the trees
But swamps are there to rise and fall
To tell such tales as these

They stand above the water’s line
Contest the concrete pile
To reach the sun and catch the light
Upon my country’s Nile
The wetlands look more like a sea
Had fell upon the trees
But swamps are there to rise and fall
To tell such tales as these