[male
vocals] (
Soft
guitar
melodies
and
light
handclaps)
Mmm,
Naliaka...
Mama
Rose...
We
remember.
Oh,
the
gold
they
hid
in
you.
Nine
mouths,
one
heart,
and
a
thin
tin
roof
Rift
Valley
mornings,
cold
and
tough
Shillings
were
scarce
but
love
was
not
You
stretched
ugali
till
it
fed
a
lot
They
said
a
woman
alone
couldn’
t
stand
But
you
stood,
Mama,
with
dirt
on
your
hands
Prayers
in
the
dark,
work
before
dawn
You
carried
us
all
until
we
were
strong
And
when
the
storms
came
rattling
the
frame
You
whispered
courage
and
you
spoke
our
names
A
silent
warrior,
a
garden
of
grace
I
still
see
the
light
reflected
in
your
face
Rose,
the
gold
they
hid
underneath
the
clay
A
beauty
that
never
would
wither
away
Oh,
Mama
Rose,
you
were
the
roots
of
the
tree
You
gave
all
your
life
to
set
us
all
free
Rose,
you
are
the
song
in
the
evening
rain
The
gentle
relief
from
the
weight
of
the
pain
We
hold
you
close
in
the
chambers
of
time
Your
legacy,
Mother,
is
yours
and
is
mine
I
remember
the
smell
of
the
tea
on
the
fire
You
never
faltered,
you
never
would
tire
Sewing
the
patches
on
shirts
that
were
worn
Keeping
us
safe
since
the
day
we
were
born
You
taught
me
the
way
to
forgive
and
to
hold
To
value
the
truth
more
than
silver
or
gold
Even
when
sickness
stole
color
from
skin
You
found
a
way
to
let
the
laughter
back
in
Rose,
the
gold
they
hid
underneath
the
clay
A
beauty
that
never
would
wither
away
Oh,
Mama
Rose,
you
were
the
roots
of
the
tree
You
gave
all
your
life
to
set
us
all
free
Rose,
you
are
the
song
in
the
evening
rain
The
gentle
relief
from
the
weight
of
the
pain
We
hold
you
close
in
the
chambers
of
time
Your
legacy,
Mother,
is
yours
and
is
mine
Now
the
house
is
quiet
and
the
sun
goes
low
But
the
warmth
of
your
spirit
will
never
let
go
I
look
at
the
fields
where
you
used
to
toil
And
see
your
kindness
in
the
deep
of
the
soil
Rest
now,
Mother,
the
struggle
is
done
You
are
the
moon
and
you
are
the
sun
Rose,
the
gold
they
hid
underneath
the
clay
A
beauty
that
never
would
wither
away
Oh,
Mama
Rose,
you
were
the
roots
of
the
tree
You
gave
all
your
life
to
set
us
all
free
Rose,
you
are
the
song
in
the
evening
rain
The
gentle
relief
from
the
weight
of
the
pain
We
hold
you
close
in
the
chambers
of
time
Your
legacy,
Mother,
is
yours
and
is
mine
Rest
now,
Rose...
Naliaka,
sleep
in
peace...
We
carry
the
gold
you
left
behind.
Just
the
sound
of
the
rain...
Mm,
we
remember. (
Fade
out
with
soft
guitar
notes)