[male
vocals] (
Gentle
piano
chords
layered
with
a
soft,
breathy
flute
melody) (
The
violin
enters,
soaring
high
and
sweet)
Oh,
hear
the
rhythm
of
the
soil
Hear
the
heartbeat
of
the
land
We
remember
those
who
walked
before
us
With
strength
in
their
heart
and
truth
in
their
hand
I
look
into
the
mirror
and
I
see
a
face
The
legacy
of
my
people,
the
pride
of
our
race
Great
grandparents
stood
firm
like
the
ancient
Iroko
tree
Facing
the
storms
of
life
so
that
we
could
be
free
They
taught
us
the
value
of
an
honest
day's
labor
To
love
our
brother
and
to
be
a
good
neighbor
With
calloused
hands
they
built
the
foundations
we
hold
A
story
of
courage,
more
precious
than
gold
Oh,
the
ancestors,
they
guide
us
from
above
With
a
spirit
of
wisdom
and
a
heart
full
of
love
We
stand
on
their
shoulders,
reaching
for
the
sky
With
the
flame
of
our
heritage,
we
will
never
die
In
the
quiet
of
the
morning,
in
the
light
of
the
sun
The
race
of
our
fathers
has
only
begun
Yes,
the
legacy
lives
in
the
rhythm
we
play
Lighting
our
path
to
a
brighter
new
day
Grandparents,
you
carried
the
weight
of
the
years
You
turned
all
our
shadows
away
from
our
fears
With
a
nod
of
your
head
and
a
look
in
your
eye
You
taught
us
to
dream
and
you
taught
us
to
fly
No
matter
the
challenge,
you
stayed
on
the
road
You
lightened
the
burden,
you
softened
the
load
Your
faith
was
a
shield,
your
voice
was
a
song
It
kept
us
together
when
things
went
all
wrong
Oh,
the
ancestors,
they
guide
us
from
above
With
a
spirit
of
wisdom
and
a
heart
full
of
love
We
stand
on
their
shoulders,
reaching
for
the
sky
With
the
flame
of
our
heritage,
we
will
never
die
In
the
quiet
of
the
morning,
in
the
light
of
the
sun
The
race
of
our
fathers
has
only
begun
Yes,
the
legacy
lives
in
the
rhythm
we
play
Lighting
our
path
to
a
brighter
new
day (
Saxophone
solo,
low
and
velvety,
building
in
intensity)
So
sing
to
the
heavens,
let
the
flute
take
the
lead
Planting
the
future,
planting
the
seed
We
are
the
harvest
of
prayers
that
you
prayed
In
the
foundation
of
faith
that
you
laid
Oh,
we
are
the
strength
of
the
generations
past
Building
a
future
that
is
destined
to
last
Oh,
the
ancestors,
they
guide
us
from
above
With
a
spirit
of
wisdom
and
a
heart
full
of
love
We
stand
on
their
shoulders,
reaching
for
the
sky
With
the
flame
of
our
heritage,
we
will
never
die
In
the
quiet
of
the
morning,
in
the
light
of
the
sun
The
race
of
our
fathers
has
only
begun
Yes,
the
legacy
lives
in
the
rhythm
we
play
Lighting
our
path
to
a
brighter
new
day (
Music
slowly
fades,
piano
and
flute
lingering)
We
walk
in
your
footsteps
We
honor
your
name
The
ancestors'
fire
Will
never
feel
shame
We
carry
the
light
We
carry
the
way
Always...
Always... (
Fades
out)