Now could we go to the square they call Congo
I need to go and lay my feet upon the stone
Where the first of us stood before, before, before
Where we came and played to revive our depleted souls
Where we went to forget our freedom was not our own
Where we went to hold onto the memory of way back home
Now could we
Now could we
Now could we go
Get to cong, get to cong congo
Get to cong, get to congo
(repeat)
Now could we go to the square they call congo
I need to go and lay my feet upon the stone
Where the first of us stood before, before, before
Where we made music in remembrance of human bodies sold
Where the sound of an old pain became a new music of hope
Where they paved me a road so I could get to congo
Now could we
Now could we
Now could we go
[chorus]
And I would not be here today if they had not bee
so displace, so displaced
But still
But still they made time to sing and play a song
A song in congo
[chorus]
