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
wings
story
skies
shone
roots
ringing
rhythm
remember
early
walked
dream
under
black
remain
memory
nursery
calling
marked
arizona
mission
powerful
begin
southern
length
falling
stars
after
harmony
bother
hemisphere
these
child
music
tucson
night
yellow
through
african
pulsing
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