In a small hut at the convergence of streams
Deep in a rustling banana tree glade
A simple structure of bricks and beams
It needs a big porch where we can sit in the shade
Me and my visitors lounging in style
In basic wicker chairs carved from vines
Found deep in those forests near the Nile
Under an African sun I want to kiss you
Find I can't live without you
Have you kneel and ask me
Tell me I never have to.
I want that sun to set on hands still clasped
Our hearts still 'twined when death finds us
Two souls as wild as the savanna
As free and tender as the wilderness.
Under an African son I want to raise mine
See him playing football with his Dad
Content and happy with the whole world
Never missing what he never knew he never had
And his sister, how I'll fuss over her hair
How we'll dance in the kitchen, laugh together
Have fun, play hard and love harder
Live life and learn much from each other.
Under an African sun I want laid to rest
A girl, foreign born, with a native heart
I want my legacy to be within these borders
A work of God in which I played but a tiny part.
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