Copper sun sinking low Scatterlings and fugitives Hooded eyes and weary brows Seek refuge in the night Chorus They are the scatterlings of Africa Each uprooted one On the road to Phelamanga Where the world began I love the scatterlings of Africa Each and every one In their hearts a burning hunger Beneath the copper sun Ancient bones from Olduvai Echoes of the very first cry "Who made me here and why Beneath the copper sun?" African idea African idea Make the future clear Make the future clear Chorus..... And we are the scatterlings of Africa Both you and I We are on the road to Phelamanga Beneath a copper sky And we are the scatterlings of Africa On a journey to the stars Far below, we leave forever Dreams of what we were