We come, we come to our council fire
with measured tread and slow
To light the fire of our desire
To light the fire of Wo-He-Lo.
Wo-He-Lo, Wo-He-Lo.
The little twinkling stars on high
Are whispering nature’s lore,
While all around us the soft winds sigh
And Great Wokanda watches o’er.
Wo-He-Lo, Wo-He-Lo.
