[male
vocals] (
Gentle
acoustic
guitar
swells
into
a
steady
rhythmic
groove)
Yeah,
we
remember.
We
remember
the
roots.
We
remember
the
foundation.
This
is
the
story
of
Wakara.
In
the
quiet
morning
light,
we
speak
your
name,
A
pillar
of
the
earth,
you
fanned
the
flame.
Old
man
Wakara,
Kihezero
by
your
stride,
You
built
a
family
where
love
could
never
hide.
From
the
dust
of
the
old
roads,
you
carved
a
way,
Teaching
us
how
to
stand,
teaching
us
how
to
stay.
You
were
the
strength,
the
anchor
in
the
storm,
Keeping
the
hearth
fire
burning,
keeping
us
all
warm.
Oh,
let
the
history
echo
through
the
valley
floor,
Wakara,
your
legacy
opens
up
the
door.
A
man
of
virtue,
a
leader
of
the
line,
In
the
book
of
our
memory,
your
star
will
always
shine.
Building
a
house
of
love,
stone
by
stone,
A
harvest
of
goodness
that
we
have
always
known.
We
look
back
at
the
years,
those
seasons
gone
by,
When
you
walked
the
path
beneath
a
burning
sky.
Grandfather
Wakara,
with
wisdom
in
your
eyes,
You
were
the
spirit
rising,
the
one
who’
d
never
compromise.
You
joined
the
regiment,
the
strength
within
the
fold,
Young
and
ambitious,
with
a
story
yet
untold.
In
the
land
of
Kenya,
you
stood
your
ground
so
tall,
Answering
the
duty,
answering
the
call.
Oh,
let
the
history
echo
through
the
valley
floor,
Wakara,
your
legacy
opens
up
the
door.
A
man
of
virtue,
a
leader
of
the
line,
In
the
book
of
our
memory,
your
star
will
always
shine.
Building
a
house
of
love,
stone
by
stone,
A
harvest
of
goodness
that
we
have
always
known.
And
when
the
work
was
finished,
you
turned
your
gaze
back
home,
To
the
soil
of
your
fathers,
no
longer
forced
to
roam.
The
Chief
saw
the
fire,
the
heart
inside
your
chest,
Saw
you
conquered
the
mountain,
passed
every
single
test.
You
climbed
to
the
peak,
where
the
clouds
meet
the
blue,
Everything
you
touched,
it
blossomed
in
the
dew.
Now
the
stories
they
tell
are
woven
in
the
grain,
Of
a
life
well
lived,
despite
the
wind
and
rain.
You
showed
us
the
meaning
of
a
life
that's
pure,
A
legacy
of
kindness
that
will
always
endure.
We
walk
in
your
footsteps,
we
carry
the
flame,
We
honor
the
spirit,
we
honor
the
name.
Wakara,
our
guide,
through
the
thick
and
the
thin,
We
celebrate
the
life
that
you
let
us
in.
Oh,
let
the
history
echo
through
the
valley
floor,
Wakara,
your
legacy
opens
up
the
door.
A
man
of
virtue,
a
leader
of
the
line,
In
the
book
of
our
memory,
your
star
will
always
shine.
Building
a
house
of
love,
stone
by
stone,
A
harvest
of
goodness
that
we
have
always
known.
Yeah,
we
remember.
Kihezero,
we
see
you.
The
foundation
is
strong.
Rest
in
the
history
you
built. (
Fade
out
with
melodic
guitar
refrain)