The door is open,
Come right through it
Make yourself a home
In my dome
Spread your arms
Far and wide
Make your sounds
Known to mine
Cus I’m moaning too
Coming to you for a listening
Come,
Please come, listen
To your heartbeat in my heart
Listen to these voices in my head
They seem familiar?
Their giggles,
Like that of our future children?
Come, come dance
To this tune
This rhythm
This self-created rhythm
That calls us home
To Africa
Where we belong
Come eat at home,
Come sink in my care
Come play the horn of songs
Let’s listen like Christians… to a sermon
Come listen to my stories,
My African princess!
Come right through it
Make yourself a home
In my dome
Spread your arms
Far and wide
Make your sounds
Known to mine
Cus I’m moaning too
Coming to you for a listening
Come,
Please come, listen
To your heartbeat in my heart
Listen to these voices in my head
They seem familiar?
Their giggles,
Like that of our future children?
Come, come dance
To this tune
This rhythm
This self-created rhythm
That calls us home
To Africa
Where we belong
Come eat at home,
Come sink in my care
Come play the horn of songs
Let’s listen like Christians… to a sermon
Come listen to my stories,
My African princess!
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