NIGERIA,OH MY NIGERIA

                                    
I cry each nite and day for my my queen

For my Lord my queen sleep on the dust

Her gold,her precious gold is now dust

She now sleep on the dust

She was the pride of the nubian queen

but she now sleep on the dust.

 The pride of the black nations

Now a slave,for her people cry

Nigeria Nigeria,why do you sleep on the dust

Is there hope for you

There is hope for the depressed

My hope is that your glory will return again

You will Soar high,as a bird of Hope!

Because the skies are fair;

The tempest and crying in the land 

may come on apace

And overcome thee there.

but there is hope.

Nigeria,oh my Nigeria

Day to day, night to night

I groan and pray because i have faith and hope

For your glory will return

and those who desire your fall will witness your

rising sun.

When everything had failed Hope didn't,

Because she believed in Nigeria

Hope was there

Hope remembers

Nigeri,oh my Nigeria,Hope Is Not Lost,

I love you my Queen Nigeria

Written by Dipo Olatade

dipoolatade@gmail.com,+2348093503769