| Come child lay your head down
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| This river sings without sound
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| All of these things in your mind
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| Leave them behind
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| My mother’s village
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| Is inside
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| How can one leave her?
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| Mother of time
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| Come child eat of this fruit
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| All of me is for you
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| For you are my very own
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| Welcome, welcome home
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| My mother’s village
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| Is inside
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| How can one leave her?
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| Mother of time
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| Mother of the virtuous
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| Or mother of the wicked
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| We’re upon your lap here
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| And all of us are children
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| Poetry’s no use when describing who you are
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| Creator of the love that’s inside of my heart
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| Darker than the night, yeah, brighter than the sun
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| Higher than the mountains, deeper than the ocean
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| You keep the world turning
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| You’re an unseen power
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| I know not the time
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| Not the place, or the hour
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| Rising with the sun
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| Shine and setting with the moon
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| All your instruments are playing
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| All are perfectly in tune
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| Flowing with the water
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| And burning in the fire
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| My mama is the queen of this whole empire
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| As I sit back while I watch her play the part
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| As the beggar, as the king, as the thief, it’s her art
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| I am just a color in her unseen picture
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| A pen in her hand as she writes her scripture
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| My mother’s village
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| Is inside |