It is not a heavy burden,Though it looks like iron and stone,It is the wings that lift the spirit,So no one walks alone.
From the dust of the golden city,To the hills of the Free State plain,The melody of the cross arises,To wash away the pain. Sefapano
—the rugged wood,A bridge across the deep,The promise that the faithful hold,And the vows they choose to keep. It is not a heavy burden,Though it looks
In the quiet of the morning,The bells of the mountain ring,Calling the weary to the shadow,Where the choir begins to sing. It is not a heavy burden
: Their version is a staple in South African gospel, known for its rhythmic, healing spirit.