Porcelain

Skin like porcelain and black as night

The sleeping village lays quiet

In the pouring rain the rhythm drives

Songs of darkness come alive

Ghostly warriors bleed in the softened clay

Aaah

Aaah

Aaah

Porcelain

Aaah

Aaah

Aaah

Porcelain

Tribal sounds of Africa on smoky plains

Spirits at play

Daylight breathes again as women sing

Offerings on leaves they bring

Calling all the fold to hear the sounds

And ancient stories they have found

Superstition rules dust in the hot midday

Aaah

Aaah

Aaah

Porcelain

Aaah

Aaah

Aaah

Porcelain

Tribal sounds of Africa on smoky plains

Spirits at play

Burning hearts of men

The wise and the young

The bravest animals

They pray as they race to the sun

Skin like porcelain and black as night

The sleeping village lays quiet

In the pouring rain the rhythm drives

Songs of darkness come alive

Aaah

Aaah

Aaah

Porcelain

Aaah

Aaah

Aaah

Porcelain