In Early Memory

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  1. Fortson,

    Under African Skies
    (Paul SImon)

    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 MEMORY
    Mission music
    Was ringing ’round my nursery door
    I said take this child, lord
    From tucson arizona
    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 the dream of falling and calling your name out
    These are the roots of rhythm
    And the roots of rhythm remain

    Joseph’s face was black as night
    And 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