(Slow, melancholic organ swells)
Oh, Fanthomas, oh, oh
Born on a Sunday, left on a Sunday
Such is the way of the road
From the early days at Domi Primary, a small boy with a dream
You were reading your books, part of the middle school team
Crossed over to Nigeria, looking for a life to find
Then '83 came around, leaving the struggles behind
Back to the soil, back home to where you belong
Even when the road was rocky, you kept your spirit strong
Fanthomas, you have finished, your assignment is done
Born on a Sunday, returned when the setting sun has spun
Oh, Fanthomas, woawie, you have finished the race
You drove the kings and the scholars with a smile upon your face
Legon driver, with honour, you served with all your heart
Now the time has come for us to drift apart
University of Ghana, your steering wheel was your pride
Professional to the bone, with no place for doubt to hide
You carried the professors, the masters of the light
Through the morning traffic and the shadows of the night
With dignity and grace, you navigated every street
Leaving memories of kindness for everyone you’d meet
Fanthomas, you have finished, your assignment is done
Born on a Sunday, returned when the setting sun has spun
Oh, Fanthomas, woawie, you have finished the race
You drove the kings and the scholars with a smile upon your face
Legon driver, with honour, you served with all your heart
Now the time has come for us to drift apart
Rest your weary hands now, the engine's turning slow
The road has reached the harbor where the quiet waters flow
No more gears to shift, no more miles left to gain
Just the peace of the sunset, washing away the pain
Your legacy is written in the hearts of those you steered
A man of true character, a man who was revered
We remember the laughter, we remember the tone
Now you’re walking the path that we all walk alone
Go well, brother, into the great beyond so wide
With the Creator as your passenger, sitting by your side
Fanthomas, you have finished, your assignment is done
Born on a Sunday, returned when the setting sun has spun
Oh, Fanthomas, woawie, you have finished the race
You drove the kings and the scholars with a smile upon your face
Legon driver, with honour, you served with all your heart
Now the time has come for us to drift apart
Rest well, Fanthomas
Your shift is over now
Woawie…
(Organ fades into long, haunting echo)
(Soft, sparse drum hit)
Peace be upon you.