You got your brothers and your sisters in the West.
They wanna come home, brothers come home.
Blood, skin and bone and flesh.
They wanna come home, sisters come home.
And its a long time brothers we nuh rest.
We wanna come home, brothers come home.
And now that we have survived this test.
We wanna come home, sisters come home.

Come home, come home, come home.
We wanna come home to Africa, come home.

Our backs are bruised and sore.
We wanna come home, brothers come home.
But still we have got our souls.
We wanna come home, sisters come home.
We are longing for our mother's breast.
We wanna come home, brothers come home.
With lumps of anxiety in our chest.
We wanna come home, sisters come home.

Come home, come home, come home.
We wanna come home to Africa, come home.

Oh John! Bring the pick axe and the shovel,
And the fork and the machete and a file everything.
We going to the quarry with the boss man!
Hey Mister Prison Warder! I'll be leaving you soon!
My sentence will soon be ended and I'll be gone, gone, gone!

Come home, come home, come home.
We wanna come home to Africa, come home.

I and I a trample down Babylon.
We wanna come home, brothers come home.
To struggle for the African liberation.
We wanna come home, sisters come home.
You got your brothers and your sisters in the West.
They wanna come home, brothers come home.
Blood, skin and bone and flesh.
They wanna come home, sisters come home.

Come home, come home, come home.
We wanna come home to Africa, come home.