They said I had an accent, don't know where it's from
So when the rain stopped that day, I knew the time had come
I ran up the stairs , kissed the air, the sun in my back,
I left to find my way

I too, often dreamt my mother was a black,
I wanted my own history, I wanted my own past,
to get away from the paleness of that rainy day
I left to find my way

First 3 days the road was singing, then it was no more
The path was dark, I kept going, unsure even more
I left the path for a little light, out under a talking tree,
Hoping to find my way

Under the tree, a bunch of men, some were wise and some not so
Which were which, I didn't know, I'm sorry to say so
The music words I soon forgot when I got on my toes
I left to find my way

Back again on a dusty path I came across two girls
Singing a song, a happy song, they drew water from a well
Just a few drops for the seeds
A deep, deep well...

Like seeds that need attention I found them in my hand,
jump in motion and start a little song
What can I do.....What can I do.....What can I do.....
To save that song