Marketplace

I see her floating lazily
 Through the market like a butterfly, oh yeah
 I won't forget the day the sun came shining in
 Hey hey na
 Oh yeah
 Just like the dawn, bringing in the rays for that sunshine in Congo
 A flaming torch she lit up the marketplace so brightly
 Colors as in a flower garden
 Gracing her lappa shimmering in purples and yellows
 And all the shades sparkling in the skies in the rainbows of the Congo
 Corn row hair in a million braids
 Eyes lit up like the northern star
 A smile that leaves a spell when she goes to look into my eyes
 She turning me on with fever
 As she passes me by, hey mama
 Suddenly I'm walking right beside her, really turning her on
 When I tell her I'm going wherever
 She'll be going when she leaves the market
 Right away I go to carry her bag of vegetables
 We walk towards the road that goes down to the village, ooh mama
 She locks the door that leads into her hut
 I say wolo mama, wolo mama, iyoh
 The talking drums and the xylophones
 All the tom toms and the tumbas they were wailing
 We had a night time of ecstasy
 And we woke up to the roar of the lion
 She had to rise to the market place
 To her vegetable stall at the market place
 That's where the sun rises
 I won't forget the day the sun came shining in