Uitgeschreven tekst
Joseph’s face was as black as the night
And the pale yellow moon shone in his eyes
His path was marked by the stars in the Southern Hemisphere
And he walked his days under African skies
This is the story of how we begin to remember
This is the powerful pulsing of love in the vein
After the dream of falling and calling your name out
These are the roots of rhythm (and the roots of rhythm)
Remain
In early memory
mission music was ringing around my nursery door
I said: “take this child, Lord, from Tucson, Arizona
Give her the wings to fly through harmony
And she won’t bother you no more”
This is the story of how we begin to remember
(This is the story of how we begin to remember)
This is the powerful pulsing of love in the vein
(This is the powerful pulsing of love in the vein)
After the dream of falling and calling your name out
(After the dream of falling and calling your name out)
These are the roots of rhythm (and the roots of rhythm)
Remain
Ba um ba um ba um ba
Woa
Joseph’s face was as black as the night
And the pale yellow moon shone in his eyes
His path was marked by the stars in the Southern Hemisphere
And he walked the length of his days
under African skies