Mama's Call

Mamas Call oh mother Africa`

It was a dark and brisk morning

At the twilight of dawn

Stepping out on life’s highway

The Morning wind harsh against the face

I knew there was no other way

So I had to go

The bells of time was calling

While working feet march to the echoes of the drums

Drums of Mother Africa

Calling her child

Come my child the day is lighted

And there is work to be done

Tired and weary from yesterday’s task

None-the-less I picked up my marching feet

Headed down the highway of another working day

Yielding a pay almost not worth receiving

But the call for duty demands that I go

Oh Mother Africa with all your wealth

And rich soil when I can refrain from labor

Again I heard the drums of Africa

The brave ones chanting songs of triumphant

Resounding chords of victory

There the souls await the music for coming home.

Jan.7/06