Red Clay
Every morning, when it is time to pray
For the finest things, for the finest things that the future brings
Red clay, on the road, all you need to know
Red clay, on the road, searching for his soul
When you were learning
When you were acquiring knowledge
Your origins were already know
The mother milk that fed you
Is still essential for your growth
Red clay, on the road, all you need to know
Red clay, on the road, searching for his soul
He starts by learning the alphabet
And progressively he learn about his culture
He then learns about his roots
The boy becomes a man
Why not take advantage of the bright morning sun
Instead of closing your window
The boy becomes a man
Does the best he can
Guided by the light
Guided by the light
Hes going to do thats right
Red clay, on the road, all you need to know
Red clay, on the road, searching for his soul
He starts by learning the alphabet and little by little, he learns more.
