Under African Skies

Joseph's face was black as night 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 veins

After the dream of falling and calling your name out

These are the roots of rythm and the roots of rythm and rain

In early memory mission music was ringing around my nursury door

I said take this child Lord from Tucson Arizona

Give her the wings to fly from harm

And she won't bother you no more

This is the story of how we begin to remember

This is the powerful pulsing of love in the veins

After the dream of falling and calling your name out

These are the roots of rythm and the roots of rythm and rain

Chant-like duet with harmony:

A-oom-ba-oom-ba-oom-ba-Oooooooooooooh

Josephs 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