Sankofa Swings 2 (версия 2)

Intro

Sankofa swing, I hold it high

Verse

Old wood and iron, worn soft from the hand

Copper catches light in a slow dance across the land

Grandfather's guitar against my ear

Listen to the low notes he used to sing here

Chorus

Sankofa swings on a warm summer breeze

Every note my grandfathers used to breathe

Dust turns golden, the past comes through me

Sankofa swings, and I'm set free

Verse 2

Carved wooden figures watching over the floor

My mother's voice floating above what came before

The strings hum softer as the sun begins to rise

Every breath is a gift from the ones who survived

Chorus

Sankofa swings on a warm summer breeze

Every note my grandfathers used to breathe

Dust turns golden, the past comes through me

Sankofa swings, and I'm set free

Bridge

No chains on my neck, no weight in my chest

Just wood and wire singing what they felt best

Grandfather's hands move like they're right here now

Telling the story only a swing can allow

Chorus

Sankofa swings on a warm summer breeze

Every note my grandfathers used to breathe

Dust turns golden, the past comes through me

Sankofa swings, and I'm set free