Every morning I would wake up right. That South African breeze bringing my bones to life. And I would travel slow down that old road. Till I looked in my Elder's eyes.
"Dont go away, dont let them take you away!" His son bent down and cried. "Dont go away, Daddy, dont go away!" Looking him right in the eyes. "Dont go away, no, dont go away.
Simple Melodies. . Simple melodies run through my mind. I put them on paper but they erase with time. These words they just cant describe. Whats been captured by the eyes and mind.
Vem pra c ou irei pra l. A lua j iluminou o mar. E a mar vai mudar. Com a dana da lua. . A gente vai, a gente vai ficar. Com a alma desse mar. E essa paz vai cantar.
The sea is at my doorstep. Waves are crashing in the yard. The sea is at my doorstep. And you are on my mind again. . Tide is slowly turning. The colors paint away the sky.
Rise Up by Kevin Paris & Oscar Del Amor ©2015. . Your heart beat is New York City. I'm lost in your streets, lost in your rhythms. . Yea you are the music in me.
Ohh I am headed home. Back where my roots lay, where Id grown. From an old soul into new bones. For this time, this time around. . Our lakes like oceans.
I got my heart from my mother. Got my travels from my father. Got my music from the ocean. Got my spirit from the stars. . And I got this message from the elders.
You speak with a different tone from what I call my own. But we both speak love the same. . So as we get away to the olden days. Beneath the stars by the sea and the rolling waves.
Well I went out walking, but ended up talking to you. While asking your name, I watched all your pain seeping through. . I asked, why were you crying?... theres no need for lying to me.
As we lay beneath the sun,. The light it falls and pours its love upon. Everything and everyone. Restoring us, returning us to One.. . And so we lay beneath the moon.
Darling it came back to me slowly. While I was working in the morning rain. Thinking about how the full moon last night. Danced between my window pane.
Early morning, I catch you smiling. Curling up closer beside me,. The dawn has gone, has gone, has gone away. . The tree outside strokes the window. The leaves caress it slowly oh so slow.
It was early on a Friday. I was playing tunes at a small caf. The sun was pouring through the doorway. On my toes. . I was covering a Marley tune. Looking out the window across the room.
Mellow mood has got my soul. Feeling good, yea feeling whole. All the while, bringing that smile. Were feeling home, home sweet home. . Aint no place we need to be.
Jabulani (His Story). . My friend I must say that you have brightened my day. Im coming from the north, the Great Zimbabwe. See now I refuse to lose my soul.
He calls life a struggle, a battle of humankind. A warzone of judgment, of forceful and fearful minds. . And she calls it magic, she calls life a miracle.
Daybreak, you wake. Empty and alone. . I lay, in dismay. Sleepless and torn, thinking. . CHORUS:. Please don't let this be our last story, the last story.
Healing Roots. . Box up your love and. Send it on a boat across the ocean. Love your mind. Keep your smile and your soul strong. . And dont be lost. In this wild world we love to live in.
Halos amongst the demons. Rainbows amongst the thunder. . So through this life, through every day and night. Through every hour, through every low and high.