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 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 African idea --make the future clear --make the future clear
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
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!