[male
vocals] (
Soft,
melancholy
piano
chords) (
Deep
breath)
Yeah,
for
Yaan
Naaba
Ayumah
We
miss
you,
Papa
I
still
remember
the
sound
of
your
footsteps
on
the
lane
Coming
home
from
the
farm
through
the
heat
and
the
pouring
rain
Your
clothes
were
heavy
with
the
dust
of
the
dry
red
earth
You
never
measured
your
toil
by
what
the
labor
was
worth
You
walked
through
the
door
and
the
weight
of
the
day
was
clear
But
you’
d
look
in
our
eyes
and
whisper, "
Is
there
food
for
you
here?"
You
were
exhausted,
your
bones
aching
deep
in
the
night
But
you
stood
like
a
tower
to
keep
us
away
from
the
blight
Oh,
Papa,
who
will
feed
us
now?
Who
will
call
our
names
when
the
morning
starts
to
bow?
Who
will
work
beneath
the
sun
until
the
shadows
fall?
So
we
can
smile
through
the
pain
and
rise
above
it
all
Yaan
Naaba
Ayumah,
our
father,
you
gave
your
all
for
us
You
left
your
legacy
written
in
the
grain
and
the
dust
I
see
your
tools
by
the
wall
where
you
placed
them
to
rest
You
lived
your
life
putting
all
of
our
hunger
to
the
test
If
the
rain
didn't
come,
you
prayed
to
the
sky
for
a
sign
Digging
deep
in
the
soil,
tracing
every
single
line
You
taught
us
that
honor
is
found
in
the
sweat
of
the
brow
But
the
house
feels
so
empty
and
quiet
without
you
now
I
catch
myself
listening
for
your
voice
in
the
hall
Waiting
for
the
steady
rhythm
of
your
walk
to
fall
Oh,
Papa,
who
will
feed
us
now?
Who
will
call
our
names
when
the
morning
starts
to
bow?
Who
will
work
beneath
the
sun
until
the
shadows
fall?
So
we
can
smile
through
the
pain
and
rise
above
it
all
Yaan
Naaba
Ayumah,
our
father,
you
gave
your
all
for
us
You
left
your
legacy
written
in
the
grain
and
the
dust
The
fields
you
planted
are
turning
to
gold
in
the
breeze
But
it’
s
hard
to
find
comfort,
it’
s
hard
to
find
any
ease
You
were
the
strength,
the
anchor,
the
lighthouse
at
sea
Now
we
carry
your
memory
everywhere
that
we
be
Rest
in
the
heavens,
your
work
here
is
finally
done
We
see
your
spirit
reflecting
in
the
morning
sun
Oh,
Papa,
who
will
feed
us
now?
Who
will
call
our
names
when
the
morning
starts
to
bow?
Who
will
work
beneath
the
sun
until
the
shadows
fall?
So
we
can
smile
through
the
pain
and
rise
above
it
all
Yaan
Naaba
Ayumah,
our
father,
you
gave
your
all
for
us
You
left
your
legacy
written
in
the
grain
and
the
dust
We
remember,
Papa
Your
harvest
lives
on
in
our
hearts
Sleep
well,
Yaan
Naaba
Ayumah
Rest
now...
just
rest
now (
Piano
fades
slowly)