YOU BE MY VILLAGE
(July 28, 2011 )
by Katrina Boguski
You be my village
So I be a kid
You be my village as long as we live.
Children of Africa dance with me now
Children of Africa you show us how.
My weak granny mind me as long as she could
My mother she dead now, my papa be gone.
I sing to my village so they’d hear my song
But my village, my village it is all torn apart.
There only be fear now a pounding my heart.
Oh the guns and disease and the drought and no rain
I run to the next place looking for aid
But the sight of my body it make them afraid
So I run and run and I nowhere to go
I still be a child, I still need to grow
Children of Africa dance with me now
Children of Africa you show us how.
You be my village
So I be a kid
You be my village as long as we live.
So you be my village wherever you are
My days as child are already few,
How I do spend them is all up to you.
The white dove do tell me
You, run you no more
The white dove do tell me
It be different than before
Whom do you speak of?
Who is the dove?
I don’t know, I don’t know
I only know his love
The white dove he come to me
I lay on the ground
The white dove he say me
your village be found
Children of Africa dance with me now
Children of Africa you show us how.
You be my village
So I be a kid
You be my village as long as we live.
He sent me his village
To be my village too
He told me to play and to laugh in sun
He told me to smile child the village is come
He told me, he told me my village is you
He told me, he told me that you know what to do
He told me, he told me his village had it all
He told me, he told me you answered the call
I give you my hope now
I give you my smile
I give you my love now
It’s been here all the while.
Come, now, come one and come all
Come now, come answer the call
Come now, come near and come far
Come now, come play your part
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