Marketplace

Market Place - Hugh Masekela (休·馬斯蓋拉)

Written by：Hugh Masekela/Dumisani Ngubeni

I see her floating lazily

Through the market like a butterfly

I won't forget the day the sun came shining in

Just like the dawn bring in the rain

All that sunshine in Congo

A flaming torch she lit up the marketplace so brightly

Colors as in a flower garden

Gracing her lappa shimmering in purples and yellows

And all the shades sparkling in

The skies in the rainbows of the Congo

Corn row hair in a million braids

Eyes lit up like the northern star

A smile that leaves a spell

When she goes to look into my eyes

She turning me on with fever

As she passes me by hey mama

Suddenly I'm walking right beside her

Really turning her on

When I tell her I'm going wherever

She'll be going when she leaves the market

Right away I go to carry her bag of vegetables

We walk towards

The road that goes down to her village

Wo mama

She locks the door that leads into her hut

Hey baby wo mama wo mama yo

The talking drums and the xylophones

All the tom toms and the tumbas they were wailing

We had a night time of ecstasy

And we woke up to the roar of the lion

She had to rise to the market place

To her vegetable stall at the market place

That's where the sun rises

Oooh hey guyes

I won't forget the day the sun came shining in

I won't forget the day the sun came shining in

I won't forget the day the sun came shining

Shining shining shining shining shining shining shining in

I won't forget the day the sun came shining

Shining shining shining shining in

I won't forget the day the sun came shining in

Shining shining shining in

I won't forget the day the sun

Came

Shining in

In