Tsanga

In the silver morning,
In the misty morning,
As the day rolls out the sun
There's a place of Peace
Where all the young men gather
When they've laid aside their guns.
It's a place where man can throw away his cares
Mend his body… and his soul,
Get the spirit stronger
Feel the good times coming
Let 'em roll, let 'em roll.

Tsanga, Tsanga,
Home of the wounded,
Tsanga, Tsanga,
Peace for the Brave.

Far across the mountains,
There's a battle raging,
But it's all behind them now.
There's a new road waiting,
And a door that's open,
Helping hands can show them how.
They have bought our freedom with their bravery
Make them healthy, make them whole.
Help them stand up strong
To face the future coming,
Let it roll, let it roll.

Tsanga, Tsanga,
Home of the wounded,
Tsanga, Tsanga,
Peace for the Brave.