My blood is singing
My tears are falling
I remember, I remember
My ancestors are calling
My memory whispers
All those for whom I long
Brother, brother
Please hearken my song
Da la la la da, da la la la da
Deep deep within me
It rushes through my veins
Ten thousand melodies
Calling out my name
Father, grandmother, friend
Shall we see each other again?
And I ask and I ask
When when when?
Lub dup lub dup lub dup
Head bowed, deep in prayer
Incense smoke
Weaving through the air
Brother brother brother
Are you, are you there?
About the Creator
Gen
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