[male
vocals] [
Intro] (
Gentle
Kora
melody
building
up,
layered
with
deep
Udu
pulses)
Listen
to
the
wind,
listen
to
the
call
It
is
the
rhythm
inside
the
hall
Speak
it
clear,
speak
it
loud
Stand
tall
and
be
proud
[Verse 1] There
is
a
melody
buried
in
the
soil
In
every
story
that
our
fathers
told
with
toil
It
is
not
just
words,
it
is
the
spirit
in
the
breath
A
living
legacy
that
defies
the
hand
of
death
Why
do
we
whisper
what
we
should
sing
out?
Why
do
we
hide
what
is
worth
a
joyous
shout?
It
is
the
language
of
the
hearth
and
the
sun
It
is
the
thread
that
keeps
us
all
as
one
[Chorus] Oh,
speak
your
mother-tongue
with
a
heart
so
bright
Let
the
ancient
vowels
guide
you
through
the
night
It
is
the
rhythm
of
your
home,
the
pulse
in
your
chest
Put
your
heritage
to
the
ultimate
test
Speak
it
with
pride,
let
the
ancestors
hear
Let
every
syllable
wash
away
the
fear
This
is
your
story,
this
is
your
grace
This
is
the
beauty
of
your
sacred
place
[Verse 2] We
chase
the
shadows
of
a
foreign
tongue
Forgetting
the
lullabies
that
we
were
once
sung
But
beneath
the
surface
the
bedrock
stays
deep
Awake
the
treasure
that
has
fallen
fast
asleep
Pick
up
the
pieces
of
the
dialect
you
know
Watch
how
the
garden
begins
to
truly
grow
Every
inflection
is
a
map
of
the
land
Hold
your
identity
in
the
palm
of
your
hand
[Chorus] Oh,
speak
your
mother-tongue
with
a
heart
so
bright
Let
the
ancient
vowels
guide
you
through
the
night
It
is
the
rhythm
of
your
home,
the
pulse
in
your
chest
Put
your
heritage
to
the
ultimate
test
Speak
it
with
pride,
let
the
ancestors
hear
Let
every
syllable
wash
away
the
fear
This
is
your
story,
this
is
your
grace
This
is
the
beauty
of
your
sacred
place
[Bridge] It
is
the
sound
of
the
rain
on
the
roof
of
the
past
It
is
the
foundation
designed
to
forever
last
Don't
let
it
fade,
don't
let
it
drift
to
the
sea
It
is
the
key
to
who
you
are
meant
to
be (
Balafon
solo,
rhythmic
and
intricate)
[Verse 3] Teach
it
to
the
children
playing
in
the
street
Let
the
cadence
move
their
dancing
feet
It
is
a
bridge
to
the
wisdom
of
the
old
A
story
of
valor,
a
story
to
be
told
So
open
your
mouth
and
let
the
music
flow
Across
the
valley
where
the
golden
grasses
grow
You
are
the
vessel
for
the
sound
of
the
soul
Let
your
native
language
make
you
feel
whole
[Chorus] Oh,
speak
your
mother-tongue
with
a
heart
so
bright
Let
the
ancient
vowels
guide
you
through
the
night
It
is
the
rhythm
of
your
home,
the
pulse
in
your
chest
Put
your
heritage
to
the
ultimate
test
Speak
it
with
pride,
let
the
ancestors
hear
Let
every
syllable
wash
away
the
fear
This
is
your
story,
this
is
your
grace
This
is
the
beauty
of
your
sacred
place
[Outro] Speak
it
loud,
speak
it
true
It
lives
in
me,
it
lives
in
you
Let
the
muyuŋ
play
on
Until
the
break
of
dawn (
Fade
out
with
gentle
Mbira
plucking)