A city of colours, a gathering of flowers
A moment so radient and so magnificent
That the stars so settle, and captains unvessel
And everything so halt, for the sake of a maiden
As the thunder rattles, and the pot dazzles
The ox muzzles out the remains of Makanga
A bewildering succour from sweet palmie
And there beneath the pots with Kussafa retire
When all desire so halt, for the sake of a maiden
The ox muzzles out the remains of Makanga
A bewildering succour from sweet palmie
And there beneath the pots with Kussafa retire
When all desire so halt, for the sake of a maiden
This is the day that all have sought to see
When grandmother Milawoe, in all her glamour
Meanders her way through thicket and mangroove
And defy the threats of the revered monsoon
Just to deliver her present of a crafted calabash
When grandmother Milawoe, in all her glamour
Meanders her way through thicket and mangroove
And defy the threats of the revered monsoon
Just to deliver her present of a crafted calabash
Indeed this is the day that all have waited for
To sing the only chorus of ancient Timbuktu
That echoed from Zanzibar to the great victoria
But with ears unheard, nor with minds conceived
Even till the days of Hola the great Bimbimbaba
To sing the only chorus of ancient Timbuktu
That echoed from Zanzibar to the great victoria
But with ears unheard, nor with minds conceived
Even till the days of Hola the great Bimbimbaba
'Happy Birthday my dear, Dzifanam Akosua Yvonne'
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