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 Beneath the copper sun And I love the scatterlings of Africa Each and every one In their hearts a burning hunger Beneath the copper sun Broken wall, bicycle wheel African sun forging steel, singing Magic machine cannot match Human being human being African idea African idea --make the future clear --make the future clear They are the scatterlings of Africa Each uprooted one On the road to Phelamanga Beneath the copper sun And for the scatterlings of Africa