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 as black as the night
 And 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