The great day comes,
In bright, flying colours,
With saffron and green,
Priding over the banners.
The white dove flies,
Across the blue sky,
While the roads are thronged,
And filled with the people’s long.
The brave men march,
With our flag at their side,
While back at the ranch,
All our farmers smile.
The flag flies high,
With might and pride,
While our hearts fly with it,
Singing in joy and delight.
The bright sun beckons,
Calling forward our great land,
For the sky is not the limit,
Fly high and never sigh.