Under African Skies

Joseph's face was black as night

The pale yellow moon shone in his eyes

His path was marked by the stars in the southern hemisphere

And he walked his days under African skies

This is the story of how we begin to remember

This is the powerful pulsing of love in the vein

After the dream of falling and calling your name out

These are the roots of rhythm, and the roots of rhythm remain

In early memory

Mission music was ringing 'round my nursery door

I said take this child, Lord, from Tucson, Arizona

Give her the wings to fly through

Harmony, and she won't bother you no more

This is the story of how we begin to remember

This is the powerful pulsing of love in the vein

After the dream of falling and calling your name out

These are the roots of rhythm, and the roots of rhythm remain

Joseph's face was black as night

The pale yellow moon shone in his eyes

His path was marked by the stars in the southern hemisphere

And he walked his days under African skies