The Baobab Song

Verse 1

Dry red dirt

Sticking to my dusty heels

Rising early for the marketplace

Sorting through the silver millet seeds

Basket balanced on my crown

Walking with the morning star

Pre-Chorus

Grandmother told the tales

Stories in the shifting wind

Now I hear the river

Calling out my hidden name

Lifting up my tired soul

Chorus

Home is where the drumming sounds

Rhythms in the beating pulse

Life is in the planting

Harvest in the golden light

Singing with the ancient spirits

Underneath the baobab tree

Deep roots holding onto time

Verse 2

Brother finds the wooden flute

Chasing shadows through the tall grass

Yellow weaver birds are weaving nests

High above the sleeping river bank

Mother tends the cooking fire

Smoke is curling to the clouds

Pre-Chorus

Father works the fertile soil

Strong hands for the heavy rain

Now I see the thunder

Breaking through the violet haze

Blessing every open field

Chorus

Home is where the drumming sounds

Rhythms in the beating pulse

Life is in the planting

Harvest in the golden light

Singing with the ancient spirits

Underneath the baobab tree

Deep roots holding onto time

Bridge

Feet are moving fast

Heart is feeling whole

Sun is sinking low

Chorus

Home is where the drumming sounds

Rhythms in the beating pulse

Life is in the planting

Harvest in the golden light

Singing with the ancient spirits

Underneath the baobab tree

Deep roots holding onto time

Drop

Rhythms in the pulse

Rhythms in the pulse