Joseph's face was black as night 
The pale yellow moon shone in his eyes 
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 
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 
These are the roots of rhythm and the roots of rhythm remain 

Joseph's face was as black as the night 
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