THE CATTLE OWNER My cattle my pride
the year is falling old
and the green turn grey
the stream’s ice cold
bay of rivers
Fulani says; my cattle my pride
In the same way we understood
When it rain and harmmatan
For this one has speech
On our lips and feet
Fulani says; my cattle my pride
I can hear the songs of the wind
Still the cattle must graze
Chew me, suck on my poor skin
But remember my tail
Remember the flog
Fulani says; my cattle my pride
In danger, my stick and knife
In hunger, udder suffers
O’er the hills, many miles
Here the wind bit all
Fulani says; my cattle my pride.
Happy flocks chewing cud
The day is nothing is like this night
Fulani say; my cattle my pride | 