Introdução 1
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Estrofe 1
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Jo- seph's face was
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black as night
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The pale yellow moon shone
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in his eyes
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His path was marked
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By the stars in the
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Southern Hemisphere
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And he walked his days
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Under African skies
Refrão 1
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This is the story of how we
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begin to remember
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This is the powerful puls ing
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of love in the vein
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After the dream of fall ing and
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calling your name out
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These are the roots of rhythm
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And the roots of rhythm remain
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Interlúdio 1
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Estrofe 2
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In ear ly mem ory
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Mis-sion mu sic
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Was ringing 'round my nursery door
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I said take this child
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Lord from Tuc son Ari zo- na
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Give her the wings to fly through har mony
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And she won't bother no more
Refrão 2
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This is the story of how we
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begin to remember
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This is the powerful puls ing
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of love in the vein
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After the dream of fall ing and
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calling your name out
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These are the roots of rhythm
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And the roots of rhythm remain
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Interlúdio 2
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Estrofe 3
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Jo- seph's face was as black
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as the night
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And the pale yellow moon shone
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in his eyes
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His path was marked
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By the stars in the
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Southern Hemisphere
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And he walked the length of his days
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Under African skies
Final 1
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Percussion
Joseph's face was black as night
The pale yellow moon shone in his eyes
His path was marked by the stars in the southern hemisphere
And he walked his days under African skies
This is the story of how we begin to remember
This is the powerful pulsing of love in the vein
After the dream of falling and calling your name out
These are the roots of rhythm, and the roots of rhythm remain
In early memory
Mission music was ringing 'round my nursery door
I said take this child, Lord, from Tucson, Arizona
Give her the wings to fly through
Harmony, and she won't bother you no more
This is the story of how we begin to remember
This is the powerful pulsing of love in the vein
After the dream of falling and calling your name out
These are the roots of rhythm, and the roots of rhythm remain
Joseph's face was black as night
The pale yellow moon shone in his eyes
His path was marked by the stars in the southern hemisphere
And he walked his days under African skies