Copper sun sinking low <br />Scatterlings and fugitives <br />Hooded eyes and weary brows <br />Seek refuge in the night <br /> <br />They are the scatterlings of Africa <br />Each uprooted one <br />On the road to Phelamanga <br />Beneath the copper sun <br />And I love the scatterlings of Africa <br />Each and every one <br />In their hearts a burning hunger <br />Beneath the copper sun <br /> <br />Broken wall, bicycle wheel <br />African sun forging steel, singing <br />Magic machine cannot match <br />Human being human being <br />African idea <br />African idea <br />--make the future clear <br />--make the future clear <br /> <br />They are the scatterlings of Africa <br />Each uprooted one <br />On the road to Phelamanga <br />Beneath the copper sun <br />And for the scatterlings of Africa <br />The journey has begun <br />Future find their hungry eyes <br />Beneath the copper sun <br /> <br />Ancient bones from Olduvai <br />Echoes of the very first cry <br />"Who made me, here and why? -- <br />Beneath this copper sun." <br />My very first beginnings <br />Beneath the copper sky <br />Lie deeply buried <br />In the dust of Olduvai <br /> <br />And we are scatterlings of Africa <br />Both you and I <br />We are on the road to Phelamanga <br />Beneath a copper sky <br />And we are scatterlings of Africa <br />On a journey to the stars <br />Far below we leave forever <br />Dreams of what we were <br />Hawu beke Mama-ye! Mama-ye! <br />In the beginning <br />Beneath the copper sky <br />Ancient bones <br />In the dust of Olduvai <br />Who made us, here, and why <br />Remember!
