[male
vocals] (
Gentle
piano
chords
rising)
Yeah,
let
the
story
be
told
For
the
one
who
walked
the
path
first
Listen
closely
now
Before
the
sunrise
painted
the
sky
gold
There
was
a
vision
that
the
stories
hold
He
walked
the
silence
where
the
path
was
thin
To
light
the
fire
that
was
deep
within
The
weight
of
nations
on
a
steady
frame
He
stepped
forward
just
to
claim
the
name
Not
for
the
glory
or
the
hollow
sound
But
to
plant
the
roots
in
the
hallowed
ground
He
built
the
pillars
while
the
world
stood
still
With
nothing
but
a
spirit
and
a
iron
will
Oh,
Bamulopwe,
the
first
of
the
line
You
saw
the
future
where
the
stars
align
Through
every
valley
and
the
mountain
height
You
kept
the
flicker
burning
in
the
night
Bamulopwe,
the
history
is
your
song
Showing
the
weary
where
they
all
belong
King
of
the
morning,
king
of
the
true
We
stand
in
the
light
that
was
started
by
you
He
moved
with
purpose
like
the
turning
tide
With
nowhere
to
run
and
with
nothing
to
hide
The
elders
whispered
of
the
days
to
come
Beating
the
rhythm
on
a
steady
drum
He
took
the
stones
that
were
meant
for
walls
And
built
the
bridges
where
the
shadow
falls
It
isn’
t
easy
being
first
in
line
To
turn
the
water
into
vintage
wine
But
he
kept
his
vision,
kept
his
head
held
high
Watching
the
seasons
as
they
pass
him
by
Oh,
Bamulopwe,
the
first
of
the
line
You
saw
the
future
where
the
stars
align
Through
every
valley
and
the
mountain
height
You
kept
the
flicker
burning
in
the
night
Bamulopwe,
the
history
is
your
song
Showing
the
weary
where
they
all
belong
King
of
the
morning,
king
of
the
true
We
stand
in
the
light
that
was
started
by
you
It’
s
the
legacy
that
never
fades
away
It’
s
the
foundation
for
a
brand
new
day
One
soul
determined,
one
heart
set
free
To
unlock
the
doors
of
our
destiny (
Guitar
solo -
melodic
and
soaring)
Yeah,
he
paved
the
way
Every
step,
a
legacy
Oh,
Bamulopwe,
the
first
of
the
line
You
saw
the
future
where
the
stars
align
Through
every
valley
and
the
mountain
height
You
kept
the
flicker
burning
in
the
night
Bamulopwe,
the
history
is
your
song
Showing
the
weary
where
they
all
belong
King
of
the
morning,
king
of
the
true
We
stand
in
the
light
that
was
started
by
you
Stand
in
the
light
Yeah,
the
first
king
Bamulopwe
Keep
the
fire
burning (
Fading
out
with
strings
and
acoustic
guitar)
History
remembers
the
brave.