Deep Inside

Once he stood upon a hill and looked down on our land.
The green fields and the rivers and the sea and yellow sands.
But now they’ve locked him in a cell and took away the key.
They can jail our Nation’s patriots, but their spirits still roam free.
When he stood upon that hill, he looked up to the sky.
He saw the storm clouds gathering and the heavens full of fire.
The struggle for our Nation, the people picked their sides.
And a fire burned deep inside his heart, the fire of Whitemans’ pride.

And I said – Deep Inside! Deep Inside! Deep Inside – is Nation’s Pride!

The battle was now on him and he fought with all his strength.
Odds were piled against him and numbers one to ten.
Invaders swarmed all over, but his banner still held high.
That one flag to him was dear, for it he’d rather die.
Enemy was numerous and his strength was nearly gone.
They see the dead lay round the street, but he had to carry on.
But very soon the time took its toll and he was bound and chained.
And from the heaven like tears of rage, down came a pouring rain.

Yeah – Deep Inside! Deep Inside! Deep Inside – is Nation’s Pride!

They threw him in a dungeon and they boasted of the fight.
The moment they had power, but he was in the right.
They took away his liberty and they tried to crush his pride.
But whilst he had his Nation’s flag, his hope would never die.

And I said – Deep Inside! Deep Inside! Deep Inside – is Nation’s Pride!