Copper sun sinking low
Scatterlings and fugitives
Hooded eyes and weary brows
Seek refuge in the nightThey are the scatterlings of Africa
Each uprooted one
On the road to Phelamanga
Where the world beganI love the scatterlings of Africa
Each and every one
In their hearts a burning hunger
Beneath the copper sunAncient 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 clearAnd we are the scatterlings of Africa
Both you and I
We are on the road to Phelamanga
Beneath a copper skyAnd 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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