Through all the tumult and the strife,
I hear that music ringing;
Walabummaa echoes in my soul:
Nothing can stop me from singing.

When tyrants tremble sick with fear
And hear their death knells ringing,
When WBO rejoices both far and near,
How can I refrain from singing?

In a prison cell full of dungeon vile
Our thoughts to them are winging,
When friends by shame are undefiled,
How can I keep from singing?

What if my joys and comforts die,
I know that Truth is living.
What though the darkness round me close?
Still Truth its light is giving.

No storm can shake my inmost calm
While to that Rock I’m clinging;
Since Walabummaa is natural at birth
How can I keep from singing?

I lift my eyes, and the cloud grows thin,
I see the blue above it.
And day by day this pathway smooths,
Since first I learned to love it.

The peace from hope makes fresh my heart,
A song of hope springs.
All things are mine since Truth I’ve found:
How can I keep from singing?