[male
vocals] (
Gentle,
slow
rhythmic
guitar
picking
starts) (
A
soft,
airy
Northern
Nigerian
flute
melody
weaves
in) (
Light,
steady
percussion
joins,
building
slowly)
The
sun
climbs
high
over
the
hills
of
Gaate
Where
the
dust
settles
quiet
on
the
path
to
my
gate
I
leave
the
heavy
noise
of
the
city
behind
Here
in
the
silence,
there
is
stillness
of
mind
My
hands
touch
the
earth,
the
red
soil
of
home
No
longer
a
stranger,
no
longer
to
roam
The
breeze
in
the
trees
tells
a
story
so
deep
Of
secrets
the
harvest
and
the
seasons
keep
I
find
my
own
rhythm
in
the
rows
of
the
corn
In
this
sacred
valley
where
my
purpose
is
born
Oh,
Ga'ate,
you
are
the
song
in
my
chest
When
I’
m
here
in
the
valley,
my
heart
finds
its
rest
With
the
flute
in
the
wind
and
the
drums
in
the
clay
I
am
finally
home,
I
am
finally
okay
Peace
is
a
farmer,
peace
is
the
land
Peace
is
the
harvest
held
in
my
hand
Oh,
Gaate,
you
are
the
song
in
my
chest
When
I’
m
here
in
the
valley,
my
heart
finds
its
rest
I
walk
through
the
estate,
through
the
fruit
and
the
vine
Watching
the
shadows
dance
steady
and
fine
The
architecture
of
nature,
the
strength
of
the
grain
Washing
away
all
the
sorrow
and
pain
I’
ve
been
a
seeker,
I’
ve
traveled
the
wide
But
the
anchor
of
Gaate
is
here
deep
inside
My
neighbor
is
kind,
and
the
air
is
so
clear
There
is
nothing
to
want,
there
is
nothing
to
fear
It’
s
a
philosophical
truth
that
I’
ve
found
in
the
dirt
Healing
the
spirit
and
calming
the
hurt
Oh,
Gaate,
you
are
the
song
in
my
chest
When
I’
m
here
in
the
valley,
my
heart
finds
its
rest
With
the
flute
in
the
wind
and
the
drums
in
the
clay
I
am
finally
home,
I
am
finally
okay
Peace
is
a
farmer,
peace
is
the
land
Peace
is
the
harvest
held
in
my
hand
Oh,
Gaate,
you
are
the
song
in
my
chest
When
I’
m
here
in
the
valley,
my
heart
finds
its
rest
It’
s
not
in
the
gold,
it’
s
not
in
the
pride
It’
s
the
peace
that
comes
when
there’
s
nowhere
to
hide
Just
me
and
the
sunset,
the
sky
turning
gold
A
story
of
belonging
that’
s
waiting
to
be
told (
Guitar
solo,
soaring
and
melodic) (
Flute
intensifies,
lifting
the
melody)
Oh,
Gaate,
you
are
the
song
in
my
chest
When
I’
m
here
in
the
valley,
my
heart
finds
its
rest
With
the
flute
in
the
wind
and
the
drums
in
the
clay
I
am
finally
home,
I
am
finally
okay
Peace
is
a
farmer,
peace
is
the
land
Peace
is
the
harvest
held
in
my
hand
Oh,
Gaate,
you
are
the
song
in
my
chest
When
I’
m
here
in
the
valley,
my
heart
finds
its
rest
Yeah,
I’
m
home
in
the
soil
Where
the
spirit
is
free
Gaate
is
calling,
it’
s
calling
to
me (
Flute
fades
out
softly) (
Final
gentle
guitar
strum)
Peace
in
the
heart,
peace
in
the
land (
Final
gentle
guitar
strum)
Peace
in
the
heart,
peace
in
the
land (
Peace) (
Fade
to
silence)