[male vocals] Kezia’
s
Light /
Kezia
Nkwa)
You
give
them
roots,
you
give
them
prose.
This
house
is
not
of
sand
or
stone—
Wo
na
ɛyɛ
the
flesh
and
bone.
And
I
will
sing
till
twi
grows
thin—
You
are
the
roof,
the
peace
within. (
Verse 1 –
The
morning
breaks,
the
kokro
crows,
You
rise
before
the
sunlight
shows—
Sɛnea
ɛte,
you
kneel
and
pray,
Then
braid
the
chaos
of
the
day.
Flour
on
your
ntoma
dress,
School
runs,
banku,
tenderness—
You
move
like
Odwe
river
flows,
Each
chore
a
praise,
each
step
a
rose. --- (
Chorus)
Kezia,
me
dɔ,
me
ti
ne
m’
asɛm,
You
build
a
world
where
love
won't
bend.
Ma
Alexia,
ma
Adepa
nso,
You
give
them
roots,
you
give
them
prose.
This
house
is
not
of
sand
or
stone—
Wo
na
ɛyɛ
the
flesh
and
bone.
And
I
will
sing
till
twi
grows
thin—
You
are
the
roof,
the
peace
within. --- (
Verse 2)
When
evening
wraps
in
anwummerɛ,
You
trace
their
foreheads,
say
their
prayer—
Nana
Nyame
keep
them
true,
Two
little
stars
who
look
like
you.
Your
hands
that
stir
the
kenkey
pot,
That
wipe
the
tears
when
they
forgot—
Are
still
the
softest
place
I
know,
Where
tired
kra
finds
room
to
grow. --- (
Chorus)
Kezia,
me
dɔ,
me
ti
ne
m’
asɛm,
You
build
a
world
where
love
won't
bend.
Ma
Alexia,
ma
Adepa
nso,
You
give
them
roots,
you
give
them
prose.
This
house
is
not
of
sand
or
stone—
Wo
na
ɛyɛ
the
flesh
and
bone.
And
I
will
sing
till
twi
grows
thin—
You
are
the
roof,
the
peace
within. --- (
Verse 3)
The
abra
outside
rushes
fast,
But
you
make
moments
that
will
last—
No
gold
from
Obuasi
mine
Could
match
the
way
your
sunsum
shines.
And
when
your
own
back
bends
to
ache,
You
still
give
all
for
their
sweet
sake—
So
let
me
be
your
sumina,
Your
cool
palm-wine
after
labor. --- (
Bridge /
Hook –
call-and-response
style)
Kezia! — (
echo:
Kezia!)
Say
it
slow,
like
apete
rain—
Kezia! — (
echo:
Kezia!)
Brings
the
sun
through
hurt
and
pain.
Wo
yɛ
hemaa —
queen
of
my
chest,
M’
akoma
nyinaa —
you
are
the
best.
Wo
yɛ
hemaa —
queen
of
my
chest,
M’
akoma
nyinaa —
you
are
the
best. (
Repeat
hook
with
claps) --- (
Final
Chorus –
big
highlife
lift)
Kezia,
me
dɔ,
me
ti
ne
m’
asɛm,
You
build
a
world
where
love
won't
bend.
Ma
Alexia,
ma
Adepa
nso,
You
fight
the
quiet
fight,
you
know.
This
home
is
not
of
wood
or
steel—
Nea
woyɛ
is
what
I
feel.
And
I
will
sing
till
heavens
dim—
You
are
the
song,
the
nkwa,
the
hymn. --- (
Outro –
soft,
spoken
over
gentle
guitar) …
Na
sɛ
anadwo
ba,
when
lamps
grow
low,
I'll
call
the
names
this
whole
world
knows—
Kezia,
Alexia,
Adepa —
mmiɛnsa,
The
only
paradise
I'll
ever
need.
Meda
wo
ase,
me
dɔ.
Thank
you
for
home.