Mayamo
#My name is Mayamo I live in the Kikuyu tribe
Our old ways are dying but we try to keep them alive
My son's a diviner, some day like me he'll lead the tribe
He's back from a journey, his powers keep people alive
He travelled with cattle that he had received for his pay
One special cow he had struggled and died on the way
She lost her hoof coming up on a mountain pass
My son stirred her on, but she had to succumb at last
The night filled the day, each moment then seemed like years
My son's heart was broken, inside were invisible tears
Like my son's cow, our people are struggling now
The ways of our fathers which sheltered us have been put down
#Our young men are restless and starting to do what is wrong
I am their leader, though old, I must still remain strong
Our old ways are dying and soon they'll be no peace I fear
The pain that I see I must hide through invisible tears
Like my son's cow, our people are struggling now
The ways of our fathers which sheltered them have been put down
All we can do is to watch as the weeks turn to years
And not show our children the hurt of invisible tears
And not show our children the hurt of invisible tears
And not show our children the hurt of invisible tears
Oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-Mayamo
#Instrumental and end
Our old ways are dying but we try to keep them alive
My son's a diviner, some day like me he'll lead the tribe
He's back from a journey, his powers keep people alive
He travelled with cattle that he had received for his pay
One special cow he had struggled and died on the way
She lost her hoof coming up on a mountain pass
My son stirred her on, but she had to succumb at last
The night filled the day, each moment then seemed like years
My son's heart was broken, inside were invisible tears
Like my son's cow, our people are struggling now
The ways of our fathers which sheltered us have been put down
#Our young men are restless and starting to do what is wrong
I am their leader, though old, I must still remain strong
Our old ways are dying and soon they'll be no peace I fear
The pain that I see I must hide through invisible tears
Like my son's cow, our people are struggling now
The ways of our fathers which sheltered them have been put down
All we can do is to watch as the weeks turn to years
And not show our children the hurt of invisible tears
And not show our children the hurt of invisible tears
And not show our children the hurt of invisible tears
Oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-Mayamo
#Instrumental and end
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