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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
