(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

• All Around The World or The Myth of Fingerprints
• Allergies
• Benedictus
• Born at The Right Time
• Can't Run But
• Diamonds on The Soles of Her Shoes
• Further to Fly
• Graceland
• Gumboots
• Hearts & Bones
• Homeless
• I Know What I Know
• Proof
• She Moves On
• Song About The Moon
• Spirit Voices
• That Was Your Mother
• The Boy in The Bubble
• The Coast
• The Cool, Cool River
• The Obvious Child
• The Rhythm of The Saints
• Think Too Much
• Train in The Distance
• Under African Skies
• When Numbers Get Serious
• You Can Call Me Al