Scatterlings Of Africa

Scatterlings Of Africa - The Football Latin Band

Copper sun sinking low

Scatterlings and fugitives

Hooded eyes and weary brows

Seek refuge in the night

They are the scatterlings of Africa

Each uprooted one

On the road to Phelamanga

Where the world began

I love the scatterlings of Africa

Each and every one

In their hearts a burning hunger

Beneath the copper sun

Ancient bones from Olduvai

Echoes of the very first cry

Who made me here and why

Beneath the copper sun

African idea African idea

Make the future clear

Make the future clear

And we are the scatterlings of Africa

Both you and I

We are on the road to Phelamanga

Beneath a copper sky

And we are the scatterlings of Africa

A journey to the stars

Far below we leave forever

Dreams of what we were

We are the scatterlings of Africa

We are the scatterlings of Africa

We are the scatterlings of Africa

We are the scatterlings of Africa

Scatterlings of Africa