Joseph's face was black as night
The pale yellow moon shone in his eyes[1]
His path was marked
By the stars in the Southern Hemisphere
And he walked his days
Under African skies
This is the story of how we begin to remember
This is the powerful pulsing
of love in the vein
After the dream of falling and
calling your name out[1]
These are the roots of rhythm
And the roots of rhythm remain
In early memory
Mission music
Was ringing 'round my nursery door
I said take this child, Lord
From Tucson Arizona
Give her the wings to fly through harmony
And she won't bother you no more
This is the story of how we begin to remember
This is the powerful pulsing
of love in the vein
After the dream of falling and
calling your name out[1]
These are the roots of rhythm
And the roots of rhythm remain
Joseph's face was black as night
And the pale yellow moon shone in his eyes[1]
His path was marked
By the stars in the Southern Hemisphere
And he walked the length of his days
Under African skies
[1] This song may suggest that the current incarnation of Joseph starts to remember something about his life
in the biblical story of Genesis.