[male vocals] Chale,
eii!
Look
at
the
road
behind
me.
Wonim?
It’
s
a
long
way
home.
I’
m
standing
here,
gray
in
my
beard,
looking
at
the
sun
set
low
Fifty
years
of
chasing
shadows,
fifty
years
of
steady
flow
I
remember
the
boy
in
the
dusty
streets
of
old
Accra
Thinking
that
the
world
was
mine,
reaching
for
a
distant
star
But
the
road
had
turns
that
I
didn't
see,
heavy
rocks
upon
the
path
Some
decisions
cost
me
dearly,
some
I
faced
with
silent
wrath
I
held
onto
pride
when
I
should
have
learned
to
just
let
go
But
life
is
a
teacher,
and
boy,
does
she
make
you
grow.
If
I
knew
the
man
I
was
going
to
become
I
would
have
walked
with
grace
beneath
the
morning
sun
Oh,
the
mistakes
I
made,
they
are
lessons
carved
in
stone
But
look
at
the
man
I
am,
standing
on
my
own
Chale,
oyiwa!
I’
m
still
dancing
through
the
rain
Eii,
I’
m
proud
of
the
joy
and
I’
m
proud
of
the
pain.
I
spent
my
thirties
chasing
silver,
thinking
that
was
all
it
took
Missed
the
laughter
of
my
children,
missed
the
pages
in
the
book
I
bought
the
shiny
cars,
I
wore
the
kente
with
a
heavy
chest
But
in
the
quiet
of
the
midnight
hour,
I
felt
the
unrest
Yet
I
applaud
the
man
who
stayed
when
the
storm
was
raging
high
The
man
who
kept
his
word,
who
never
let
his
spirit
die
I
built
a
legacy
from
the
rubble
of
my
own
mistakes
Every
scar
is
a
medal,
every
step
is
what
it
takes.
If
I
knew
the
man
I
was
going
to
become
I
would
have
walked
with
grace
beneath
the
morning
sun
Oh,
the
mistakes
I
made,
they
are
lessons
carved
in
stone
But
look
at
the
man
I
am,
standing
on
my
own
Chale,
oyiwa!
I’
m
still
dancing
through
the
rain
Eii,
I’
m
proud
of
the
joy
and
I’
m
proud
of
the
pain.
Wonim?
Time
doesn't
wait
for
any
man,
that
is
the
truth
I
traded
in
the
fire
of
my
restless,
reckless
youth
For
the
wisdom
of
the
elders,
for
the
peace
within
my
soul
It’
s
a
long
journey,
but
I
finally
reached
the
goal.
Chop
life,
but
keep
your
vision
clear!
So
here
is
to
the
fifty
years,
the
tears,
the
sweat,
the
gold
Stories
of
a
life
well-lived,
a
story
to
be
told
I
don’
t
regret
the
stumbles,
I
don’
t
regret
the
falls
I
just
listen
for
the
rhythm
when
the
spirit
calls
I’
m
stronger
than
the
iron,
I’
m
deeper
than
the
sea
I
love
the
man
I
fought
to
be,
the
man
who
stands
as
me.
If
I
knew
the
man
I
was
going
to
become
I
would
have
walked
with
grace
beneath
the
morning
sun
Oh,
the
mistakes
I
made,
they
are
lessons
carved
in
stone
But
look
at
the
man
I
am,
standing
on
my
own
Chale,
oyiwa!
I’
m
still
dancing
through
the
rain
Eii,
I’
m
proud
of
the
joy
and
I’
m
proud
of
the
pain.
Yeah,
I’
m
proud
of
the
pain,
yoo!
It
made
me,
it
shaped
me.
The
man
I
became,
it’
s
a
beautiful
thing.
Chale,
keep
moving,
keep
living.
Oyiwa,
we
celebrate
today. (
Fade
out
with
horn
section
and
palm-wine
guitar
melody)