Johnny Clegg and Juluka - Scatterlings of Africa [Protoculture Remix]

Copper sun sinking low
Scatterlings and fugitives
Hooded eyes and weary brows
Seek refuge in the night

Ancient bones from Olduvai
Echoes of the very first cry
Who made me here and why
Beneath the copper sun

They are the scatterlings of Africa
Each uprooted one
On the road to Phelamanga
Where the world began
I love the scatterlings of Africa
Each and every one
In their hearts a burning hunger
Beneath the copper sun

Broken wall bicycle wheel
African's some foraging steal singing
Magic machine cannot match human
Being human being
African idea
African idea
Make the future clear
Make the future clear

My very first beginning's
Beneath this copper sky
Lie deeply bearing
In the dust of old divide

And we are the scatterlings of Africa
Both you and I
We are on the road to Phelamanga
Beneath a copper sky
And we are the scatterlings of Africa
On a journey to the stars
Far below, we leave forever
Dreams of what we were

They are the scatterlings of Africa
Each uprooted one
On the road to Phelamanga
Where the world began
I love the scatterlings of Africa
Each and every one
In their hearts a burning hunger
Beneath this copper sun

Written by:
Jonathan Paul Clegg

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