Where the River Bends

The kora spills its copper notes
Across the room, across the floor.
A cup turns slowly in your hand,
The rain keeps time outside the door.

Carry me, where the river bends,
Where every road can meet again.
Step by step and hand in hand
We find our way across the land.

Old market bells recall the day,
A red clay bowl, a mango split.
You tell a story, I lean close
And let the evening settle in.

Carry me, where the river bends,
Where every road can meet again.
Step by step and hand in hand
We find our way across the land.

Ba-da, ba-da, doo-ya, day,
Ba-da, ba-da, drift away.

Carry me where the river bends,
Where every road can meet again.
Step by step and hand in hand
We find our way across the land.

The last cup cools, the room grows still
The river keeps its steady will.

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