And now am back to here,
where we trace the roots,
And remember beautiful old-time fantasies.
Like watching our shadows in the clear stream.
What can beat the ryhthms of the river waters,
Going doing to an unknown destination.
You remember the Mathioya moments,
That was our version of going out.
Whats more satisfying?
Than hearing the lush sound of reeds beside the river waters,
Looking like the place where Moses was hidden,
Ooooh,and the sound of pebbles as they go down,
I can remember,
Because all of me is still country.
The city with its heights scares me.
I still haven't got used to the neon lights!
And i still treasure the fishing line,
What about the thrill of a new catch!
I still wear pepe jeans like they do in the country
And i don't give a damn wearing my safari boots often
When you watch the lilies by the bank of the river,
and they are supple because they've drank long from its waters,
There is no other beauty you can compare.
The trees know no other time but spring,
So they flower and flower
And all these make manifest the glory of God,
And yes they liberated us to dream and dream,
They lit our candles then as they still do.
For that reason,tomorrow is such a long time coming,
Before i get back to this beauty of old.
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