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Johnny Clegg and Savuka – Scatterlings of Africa – 1987

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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 Africa

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