Under African Skies

Eb Ab     Eb/Bb Bb    Eb     Ab   Eb/Bb Bb
 Joseph's face     was  black  as night
    Eb   Ab     Eb/Bb Bb           Eb   Ab Eb/Bb Bb
The pale yellow moon  shone in his eyes
    Eb   Ab  Eb/Bb
His path was marked
Bb     Eb           Ab           Eb/Bb  Bb
By the stars in the Southern Hemisphere
       Eb     Ab  Eb/Bb      Bb      Eb    Ab Eb/Bb Bb Eb
And he walked his days under African skies

            Ab       Eb/Bb    Bb       Eb     Ab Eb/Bb Bb Eb
This is the story of how we begin to remember
            Ab       Eb/Bb      Bb          Eb   Ab Eb/Bb Bb Eb
This is the powerful pulsing of love in the vein
          Ab       Eb/Bb       Bb           Eb       Ab Eb/Bb Bb Eb
After the dream of falling and calling your name out
              Ab              Eb/Bb            Bb       Eb   Ab Eb/Bb Bb
These are the roots of rhythm and the roots of rhythm remain

Eb  Ab  Eb/Bb Bb  Eb  Ab  Eb/Bb Bb

   Eb Ab Eb/Bb Bb  Eb    Ab   Eb/Bb Bb
In early memo- -ry    mission music
    Eb  Ab   Eb/Bb    Bb      Eb   Ab Eb/Bb
Was ringing 'round my nursery door
Bb     Eb   Ab   Eb/Bb  Bb         Eb     Ab Eb/Bb
I said take this child, Lord, from Tucson Arizona
Bb           Eb       Ab          Eb/Bb
Give her the wings to fly through harmony
    Bb        Eb            Ab   Eb/Bb Bb Eb
And she won't bother you no more

This is the story of how we begin to remember...

  Eb    Ab    Eb/Bb Bb Eb Ab Eb/Bb Bb
Kaoomba oomba oomba oh
  Eb    Ab    Eb/Bb Bb Eb Ab Eb/Bb Bb
Kaoomba oomba oomba oh
  Eb    Ab    Eb/Bb Bb  Eb Ab     Eb/Bb Bb
Kaoomba oomba oomba o-o-o- o-o-oh
  Eb    Ab    Eb/Bb Bb Eb Ab Eb/Bb Bb
Kaoomba oomba oomba oh

Joseph's face was as black as the night
And the pale yellow moon shone in his eyes
His path was marked
By the stars in the Southern Hemisphere
And he walked the length of his days under African skies
Пол Саймон
"Graceland", 1986