*Ekiti Kete*
Welcome! to my land,
The land of beauty's myth
A land with pregnant soils and caved clouds
Where nature flaunts her beauty
In hues of soulful glamour.
The land of beauty's myth
A land with pregnant soils and caved clouds
Where nature flaunts her beauty
In hues of soulful glamour.
My land, the land of glory
Where peace and harmony
Sing the with the chords of love
Where we know war no more
Where arms are kept in museums.
Where peace and harmony
Sing the with the chords of love
Where we know war no more
Where arms are kept in museums.
Oooh! The motherly nipples of Ekogosi,
The fountain of warm and cold aqua.
That meanders through the cleavage of the land
Nourishing the the creeks and plains
With the spread of green
In fields and heights.
The fountain of warm and cold aqua.
That meanders through the cleavage of the land
Nourishing the the creeks and plains
With the spread of green
In fields and heights.
My land the garden of Oodua's illustrious son
The land of Sages.
Where the foolish is a moralist
And the Aged are judges.
The young are feed with
The colostrum of wisdom.
The land of Sages.
Where the foolish is a moralist
And the Aged are judges.
The young are feed with
The colostrum of wisdom.
At the shore of land
Are the feet of alien men.
The paradise of Sheba's queen,
To the merchants of Venice,
A land of commerce.
Are the feet of alien men.
The paradise of Sheba's queen,
To the merchants of Venice,
A land of commerce.
My land is the praise of the west,
The wonder land of the Niger.
Ekiti Kete.
It's not just a title.
The wonder land of the Niger.
Ekiti Kete.
It's not just a title.
Daramola Ebenezer 2017.
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