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
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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
They 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
On a journey to the stars
Far below, we leave forever
Dreams of what we were
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Scatterlings of Africa
scatterlings of Africa
scatterlings of Africa
scatterlings of Africa