Letras
Circle in the dust
Moon hanging low
Elders on a wooden stool
Kids in a row
Story in his hands
Quran is me
Name of every ancestor
Carved in memory
Old tradition in West Africa
Passes through the mouth
Through the palm, through the drum
If you know the name
Then the spirit stays
Call it once, call it twice
Hey
Old tradition in West Africa
Living in the zone
When the fire burns out
Hold it in your chest
Let the children know
What was given long ago
Paint up on the wall
Indigo and red
Patterns from a grandmother
Yearning in her head
Mass upon the rafters
Sneaking to the dance
That's what starts the sparkle
When the bodies trend
Old tradition in West Africa
Passes through the mouth
Through the palm, through the drum
If you know the name
Then the spirit stays
Call it once, call it twice
Hey, come
Oh, yeah
Old tradition in West Africa
Living in the zone
When the fire burns out
Hold it in your chest
Let the children know
What was given long ago
Salt on the wind
Mark it at dawn
Purples in her whisper
Turn into a song
Venice on her grace
The curry on her string
Watch it keep remembering
Peaches, you the same
Old tradition in West Africa
Passes through the mouth
Through the palm, through the drum
If you know the name
Then the spirit stays
Call it once, call it twice
Hey, come
Old tradition in West Africa
Living in the zone
When the fire burns out