Scatterlings Of Africa

Album: Scatterlings (1982)
Charted: 44
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  • Copper sun sinking low
    Scatterlings and fugitives
    Hooded eyes and weary brows
    Seek refuge in the night

    They are the scatterlings of Africa
    Each uprooted one
    On the road to Phelamanga
    Where the world began

    I love the scatterlings of Africa
    Each and every one
    In their hearts a burning hunger
    Beneath the copper sun

    Ancient bones from Olduvai
    Echoes of the very first cry
    "Who made me here and why
    Beneath the copper sun?"

    African idea
    African idea
    Make the future clear
    Make the future clear

    And we are the scatterlings of Africa
    Both you and I
    We're on the road to Phelamanga
    Beneath the copper sky

    And we are the scatterlings of Africa
    On a journey to the stars
    Far below, we leave forever
    Dreams of what we were

    We are the scatterlings of Africa
    We are the scatterlings of Africa
    We are the scatterlings of Africa
    We are the scatterlings of Africa

    Scatterlings of Africa
    Scatterlings of AfricaWriter/s: Jonathan Paul Clegg
    Publisher: Warner Chappell Music, Inc., RHYTHM SAFARI PTY LTD, BMG Rights Management, BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT (FRANCE)
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  • Christopher from Evanston, Il, UsaLyrics from johnnyclegg.com:

    Scatterlings of Africa

    Copper sun sinking low
    Scatterlings and fugitives
    Hooded eyes and weary brows
    Seek refuge in the night

    Chorus
    They are the scatterlings of Africa
    Each uprooted one
    On the road to Phelamanga
    Beneath the copper sun

    And I love the scatterlings of Africa
    Each and every one
    In their hearts a burning hunger
    Beneath the copper sun

    Broken wall, bicycle wheel
    African sun forging steel, singing
    Magic machine cannot match
    Human being human being
    African idea -- make the future clear

    Chorus
    They are the scatterlings of Africa
    Each uprooted one
    On the road to Phelamanga
    Beneath the copper sun

    And for the scatterlings of Africa
    The journey has begun
    Future find their hungry eyes
    Beneath the copper sun

    Ancient bones from Olduvai
    Echoes of the very first cry
    "Who made me, here and why? --
    Beneath this copper sun."

    My very first beginnings
    Beneath the copper sky
    Lie deeply buried
    In the dust of Olduvai

    Chorus
    And we are scatterlings of Africa
    Both you and I
    We are on the road to Phelamanga
    Beneath a copper sky

    And we are scatterlings of Africa
    On a journey to the stars
    Far below we leave forever
    Dreams of what we were

    Hawu beke Mama-ye! Mama-ye!
    In the beginning
    Beneath the copper sky
    Ancient bones

    In the dust of Olduvai
    Who made us, here, and why
    Remember!
    Scatterlings of Africa (repeat and fade)
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