Texty: String Cheese Incident. Under African Skies.

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 mem'ry mission music
Was ringing 'round my nursery door
I said take this child, Lord
From Tucson Ari-zona
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 thc dream of falling and calling your name out
These are the roots of rhythm and the roots of rhythm remain


Kaoomba oomba oomba oh
Kaoomba oomba oomba oh
Kaoomba oomba oomba o-o-o- o-o-oh
Kaoomba oomba oomba oh


Joseph's face was as black as the night
The pale yellow moon shone in his eyes
His path was marked
By the stars in the southern hemisphere
And he walked the length of his days
Under African skies