The Rising Sun


As the sun rises
in the east the rhythm of the
drums begin to beat.

With the dawning of a brand new day
the elders of the village begin to pray.

Give us wisdom and guide our feet, let us
find the inner strength
To teach our children to be strong.

For they are the ones to carry on
As the sun rises in the east
the rhythm of the drums begins to beat.

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