Kumba ya my Lord kumba ya
Kumba ya my Lord kumba ya
Oh Lord kumba ya
Kumba ya my Lord kumba yo
Kumba ya my Lord kumba yo

Go tell it to the mountains that you believe
It's the word of the [bad word] in-chief
He's got the whole world in his hands, just say yo
He gotcha by ya balls, swing it low sweet Chariot
I was a sinner, a bad girl, Lord pardon me
I was deaf, dumb and blind, but know I can't see
I'm the Г–ko-Christ with my guitar
Give it to me Jesus - aha aha

Kumba ya my Lord kumba ya
Kumba ya my Lord kumba ya
Oh Lord kumba ya
Kumba ya my Lord kumba yo
Kumba ya my Lord kumba yo

Can't you feel, whe the faints are marchin' in
You don't know the [bad word] trouble I've seen
You're the Savior, you're the real big player
And I'm standing here alone in the need of a prayer
Judgement [bad word] high
I heard a [bad word] in the sky

Kumba kumba a kumba yo
Kumba kumba a kumba yo
Kumba ya my Lord kumba ya
Can't you see the judgement [bad word] 
Kumba ya my Lord kumba ya
You all keep the rhythm of the Lord
Kumba ya my Lord kumba ya
Yeah of course life can be summer
Kumba ya my Lord kumba ya
We are the raiders of the last chord