Scatterlings of Africa

Copper sun sinking low
 Scatterlings and fugitives
 Hooded eyes and weary brows
 Seek refuge in the night
 They are the scatterlings of Africa
 Each uprooted one
 On the road to Phelamanga
 Where the world began
 And I love the scatterlings of Africa
 Each and every one
 In their hearts a burning hunger
 Beneath the copper sun
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 Ancient bones from Olduvai
 Echoes of the very first cry
 "Who made me, here and why?
 Beneath this copper sun."
 Africa my dear, Africa my dear
 Make the future clear, make the future clear
 And we are scatterlings of Africa
 Both you and I
 We are on the road to Phelamanga
 Beneath a copper sky
 And we are scatterlings of Africa
 On a journey to the stars
 Far below we leave forever
 Dreams of what we were
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 We are the scatterlings of Africa
 We are the scatterlings of Africa
 We are the scatterlings of Africa
 We are the scatterlings of Africa
 The scatterlings of Africa