Kora, Carry What We Cannot Say

At the harbor, boats rock slow,
A red clay cup warms both my hands.
You tell a story soft and low,
While evening settles on the sand.

Kora, carry what we cannot say,
Turn the tide and guide the day.
Step by step, the old roads wind
Leave a little room behind.

Your silver rings tap out a phrase.
The market shutters, one by one.
We trade our names for borrowed days
And watch the first boats meet the sun.

Kora, carry what we cannot say,
Turn the tide and guide the day.
Step by step, the old roads wind,
Leave a little room behind.

Ba-da, ba-dum, da-ba-day
Mm, ba-da, carry me away.

Kora, carry what we cannot say,
Turn the tide and guide the day.

Step by step, the old roads wind.
Leave a little room behind.

At the harbor, boats rock slow.
The cup is cool; the hands let go.

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