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 mem'ry mission music
 
 Was ringing 'round my nursery door
 
 I said take this child, Lord
 
 From Tucson Ari-zona
 
 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 thc dream of falling and calling your name out
 
 These are the roots of rhythm and the roots of rhythm remain
  
 
 Kaoomba oomba oomba oh
 
 Kaoomba oomba oomba oh
 
 Kaoomba oomba oomba o-o-o- o-o-oh
 
 Kaoomba oomba oomba oh
  
 
 Joseph's face was as black as the night
 
 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