[female
vocals] (
Soft
melodic
guitar
riff,
distant
ambient
sounds
of
a
flowing
river)
Oh,
the
shadows
lengthen
across
the
field
Where
once
we
walked
as
one,
now
barriers
build
Victor,
listen
to
the
whisper
of
the
cane
We
grew
up
reading
books
of
distant
shores
Blaming
the
ghosts
of
history
for
our
wars
We
pointed
fingers
at
the
ships
of
white
Believing
they
were
rulers
of
the
night
But
as
the
dust
settled
on
the
broken
floor
We
saw
the
face
behind
the
locking
door
It
wasn't
them,
the
legends
we
were
told
It
was
our
brother,
selling
out
for
gold
Victor,
fungua
njia,
open
up
the
gate
Don't
let
the
poison
of
the
spirit
turn
to
hate
Kilombero
cries
beneath
the
heavy
sun
The
work
you
do,
it
leaves
the
hearts
undone
Victor,
fungua
njia,
set
the
people
free
Before
the
weight
of
power
brings
you
to
your
knee
Now
you
sit
high
within
the
master's
hall
While
your
own
blood
must
scramble
or
they
fall
To
the
riverbank,
to
row
across
the
stream
Is
this
the
progress
of
a
broken
dream?
You
tell
them
'use
a
boat'
and
look
away
While
children
miss
their
lessons
for
the
day
It
is
the
new
colonialism
in
black
and
skin
A
bitter
cycle
that
we
let
begin
Victor,
fungua
njia,
open
up
the
gate
Don't
let
the
poison
of
the
spirit
turn
to
hate
Kilombero
cries
beneath
the
heavy
sun
The
work
you
do,
it
leaves
the
hearts
undone
Victor,
fungua
njia,
set
the
people
free
Before
the
weight
of
power
brings
you
to
your
knee
Power
is
a
wind
that
blows
and
then
it
dies
Soon
you
will
be
standing
in
the
voters'
eyes
No
crown
lasts
forever,
no
iron
stays
strong
Listen
to
the
chorus
of
a
nation's
song
It's
a
curse
you're
building,
brick
by
painful
brick
The
clock
is
ticking,
and
the
air
is
thick
Victor,
fungua
njia,
open
up
the
gate
Don't
let
the
poison
of
the
spirit
turn
to
hate
Kilombero
cries
beneath
the
heavy
sun
The
work
you
do,
it
leaves
the
hearts
undone
Victor,
fungua
njia,
set
the
people
free
Before
the
weight
of
power
brings
you
to
your
knee
Madaraka
huisha,
the
glory
fades
to
gray
Victor,
please,
just
clear
the
way
Let
the
children
pass,
let
the
spirit
heal
Before
the
wounds
become
too
deep
to
feel (
Fading
acoustic
guitar)
Victor,
fungua
njia.