The winds that sing in my ear ever so sweetly.
I yearn each day to be closer,
Closer to her.
Her molten core,burning with passion
Her heart beating like the drum of the ancestors,
Oh mama! Oh mother! Oh Yemoja!
She is the ultimate beauty,
The most Gracious Mother.
She is Mama Africa!
I yearn each day to be closer,
Closer to her.
Her molten core,burning with passion
Her heart beating like the drum of the ancestors,
Oh mama! Oh mother! Oh Yemoja!
She is the ultimate beauty,
The most Gracious Mother.
She is Mama Africa!
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