Under African skies

I was putting together a cd for Sarah’s return and came across this song by Paul Simon. It definitely sums up very nicely the African experience. I encourage you all to put it on the loud speaker in the office today as you tie up loose ends.




We got the envelope today and it is on her pillow.



Can’t wait.



Marsha



“Under African Skies”

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