Southern Sky

[Intro] [Verse 1] In the heart of the bushveld, where the acacia trees sway, As the sun begins to rise, we start our day. Boots laced up tight, rifles in our hands, We venture into the wild, across the vast lands. Through the golden savannah, where the antelope roam, We track our prey, far away from home. With every step, we feel the pulse of the earth, In this untamed wilderness, we find our worth. [Chorus] In the land of the lion's roar and the leopard's leap, We're living wild and free, where the spirits keep. With whiskey in our cups and stars up high, We'll raise our voices to the southern sky. We'll raise our voices to the southern sky. [Verse 2] As the day reaches its peak, the heat beats down, But we press on, through the thicket and the brown. With sweat on our brows and dust on our boots, We march on, to the rhythm of our roots. Underneath the African sun, we share our tales, Of triumphs and defeats, of ships that set sail. With laughter and camaraderie, we carry on, In the heart of the bushveld, from dusk till dawn. We raise our voices to the southern sky. [Bridge] As the shadows grow long and the day turns to night, We gather 'round the fire, under the starlight. With beer and whiskey flowing, our spirits soar, In this brotherhood of hunters, we ask for more. [Chorus] In the land of the lion's roar and the leopard's leap, We're living wild and free, where the spirits keep. With whiskey in our cups and stars up high, We'll raise our voices to the southern sky. [Outro] We'll raise our voices to the southern sky. We'll raise our voices to the southern sky. We gather round to raise our voices to the southern sky. [Silent]