[female
vocals] (
Acoustic
guitar
intro
with
a
steady,
rhythmic
pulse)
Yeah,
yeah
From
the
dust
of
Mata
Arba,
a
story
unfolds
A
legacy
built
on
heart,
a
story
of
gold
For
the
ones
who
strive,
for
the
ones
who
believe
This
is
for
the
leader,
the
strength
that
we
weave
Born
in
the
quiet,
the
sands
of
Mata
Arba
town
In
Marsabit
county,
where
the
sun
kisses
the
ground
Mzee
Tache
Arero
and
mother
Sori
stood
tall
Defying
the
norms,
answering
the
higher
call
When
the
world
said
no
to
a
girl
with
a
dream
They
built
a
bridge
across
the
turbulent
stream
Sent
her
to
school
when
the
odds
were
all
set
A
path
for
a
legend
we
never
will
forget
Oh
Kabale
Tache,
the
voice
for
the
weak
You
found
the
lost
ones,
the
future
you
seek
Mama
ya
Wanyonge,
you
lead
with
your
light
Turning
the
shadows
into
the
morning
so
bright
From
the
soil
of
the
north
to
the
seats
of
the
land
You
lift
up
the
broken
with
a
steady,
firm
hand
Kabale,
may
the
Heavens
watch
over
you
today
For
all
of
the
lives
that
you’
ve
guided
this
way
Now
at
the
helm
of
the
land
commission
chair
You
handle
the
burden
with
a
grace
beyond
compare
But
it’
s
not
just
the
title,
it’
s
the
heart
that
you
show
Giving
the
youth
a
chance
to
plant
and
to
grow
You
opened
the
doors
that
were
locked
for
so
long
Turning
the
silence
into
a
powerful
song
For
the
mothers
who
struggle,
for
the
ones
in
the
heat
You
bring
the
provision
and
make
life
complete
Oh
Kabale
Tache,
the
voice
for
the
weak
You
found
the
lost
ones,
the
future
you
seek
Mama
ya
Wanyonge,
you
lead
with
your
light
Turning
the
shadows
into
the
morning
so
bright
From
the
soil
of
the
north
to
the
seats
of
the
land
You
lift
up
the
broken
with
a
steady,
firm
hand
Kabale,
may
the
Heavens
watch
over
you
today
For
all
of
the
lives
that
you’
ve
guided
this
way
You
remember
the
hunger,
you
remember
the
fight
That’
s
why
you’
re
working
to
make
everything
right
From
the
halls
of
the
city
to
the
village
so
far
You’
re
the
true
beacon,
our
northern
star
Keep
rising,
keep
shining,
let
your
spirit
run
free
A
servant
of
people,
for
all
of
us
to
see
Oh
Kabale
Tache,
the
voice
for
the
weak
You
found
the
lost
ones,
the
future
you
seek
Mama
ya
Wanyonge,
you
lead
with
your
light
Turning
the
shadows
into
the
morning
so
bright
From
the
soil
of
the
north
to
the
seats
of
the
land
You
lift
up
the
broken
with
a
steady,
firm
hand
Kabale,
may
the
Heavens
watch
over
you
today
For
all
of
the
lives
that
you’
ve
guided
this
way
Yeah,
Mama
ya
Wanyonge
From
Mata
Arba,
showing
us
the
way
May
God
bless
your
journey
Every
single
step,
every
single
day
Keep
leading,
keep
heart-guiding
Kabale,
we
see
you
We
celebrate
you (
Fade
out
with
melodic
acoustic
strumming)