You lady so bewitching, is your charm, <br />You lady, disarmed is me, your arrow, my heart is struck <br />As weaver birds do their houses, on tree tops <br />As ants make, colonies, for their queens, <br />As my ancestors, spear in blood they had dipped, <br />That, their grand sons, would build houses, for their loved ones <br />So, I'll build you a house, my queen, <br />Where my ancestors had pointed, with their walking sticks <br />A place with tall grass where marks were made with sticks <br />We'll watch the sunsets, and bless the rising moon. <br />I'll build you a house, my queen!<br /><br />Charles Jagongo Ogola<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-ll-build-you-a-house/
