Me right now the sun is out beat the drum tell our people the sun is out let the children come out to play let our mothers put the wares to dry and let there be sweet smell of cooking done outside by our women let old men sit out for palmwine with relishing thought of the meal to come and our young men gather around after the morning farm. The sun is out young maiden go fetch water from the stream to quench our thirst from the heat enough water to prepare the sumptuous meal that we all await, don’t forget to spice the kill from the hunt and make sure the yam over the fire roast and not burn. The sun is out, the sun is out