Shoulder to Shoulder
The cold from Mount Kenya has come
The wind blows, cutting through the forests of Nyandarua
But I am a woman from the Krinyaga Mountains
I don't feel the cold
I don't feel anything
exept from the sound of the earth
our country
softly weeping
At home...
flour waits to be ground
vegetables wait to be peeled
wood waits to be chopped
and the children
the many children
also wait for us
But like my husband I continue
to fight for my country
to regain my humanity
Sleep my child sleep
sleep well while you wait for me
When the moon rises
I will return, I'll protect and defend you
Above the mountain
the full moon gazes down on us
in sympathy
The road is too long
Time is too short
But like my husband I continue
shoulder to shoulder
to liberate humanity