We Dance
There is an island where rivers run deep.
Where the sea sparkling in the sun
Earns it the name "Jewel of the Antilles"
An island where the poorest of peasants labor
And the wealthiest of Grand Hommes play
Two different worlds on one island.
The Grand Hommes, with their pale brown skin and their French ways
Owners of the land and masters of their own fates
And the peasants, black as night
Eternally at the mercy of the wind and the sea
Who pray constantly to the gods
Asaka, grow me a garden
Please, Agwe, don't flood my garden
Erzulie, who will my love be?
Papa Ge, don't come around me
Ah, such powerful, such temperamental gods rule our island!
Asaka, mother of the earth
Agwe, god of water
Erzulie, beautiful goddess of love
And Papa Ge, sly demon of death!
Asaka, grow me a garden
Please, Agwe, don't flood my garden
Erzulie, who will my love be?
Papa Ge, don't come around me
Please, Agwe, don't flood my garden
Asaka, grow me a garden
We dance
We dance
To the music of the gods
The music of the breezes through the green plantain
The murmur of the river and the roar of rain
And if the gods decide to send a hurricane
We dance
We dance
To their everchanging moods
We know the gods are happy when the green things grow
They're angry when the river starts to overflow
And since we never know which way the winds will go
We dance to the earth
We dance to the water
The gods awake and we take no chance
Our hearts hear the song
Our feet move along
And to the music of the gods, we dance
On the other side of this island,
Safe behind high walls and iron gates,
The grand hommes dance to a different tune.
La la la la la la la la
They drink champagne and entertain tourists in their fine hotels
And tell their servants, "Polish up the Mercedes!"
La la la la la la la la
Two different worlds
Never meant to meet
The peasants labor
The grand hommes eat
How fine our clothes are! (We dance)
How fast we drive! (We dance)
We dance at parties
While we are dancing just to stay alive
We dance
We dance
What else is there to do
But plant the seed and pull the weed and chop the cane?
And bear the child and bear the load and bear the pain?
And as the rich go racing to their own refrain
We dance to the earth
We dance to the water
The gods awake and we take no chance
Our hearts hear the song
Our feet move along
And to the music of the gods, we dance
To the earth
We dance to the water
The gods awake and we take no chance
Two different worlds (ooh-la)
Never meant to meet (ooh-la)
But if the gods move our feet...
We dance
We dance
We dance
Where the sea sparkling in the sun
Earns it the name "Jewel of the Antilles"
An island where the poorest of peasants labor
And the wealthiest of Grand Hommes play
Two different worlds on one island.
The Grand Hommes, with their pale brown skin and their French ways
Owners of the land and masters of their own fates
And the peasants, black as night
Eternally at the mercy of the wind and the sea
Who pray constantly to the gods
Asaka, grow me a garden
Please, Agwe, don't flood my garden
Erzulie, who will my love be?
Papa Ge, don't come around me
Ah, such powerful, such temperamental gods rule our island!
Asaka, mother of the earth
Agwe, god of water
Erzulie, beautiful goddess of love
And Papa Ge, sly demon of death!
Asaka, grow me a garden
Please, Agwe, don't flood my garden
Erzulie, who will my love be?
Papa Ge, don't come around me
Please, Agwe, don't flood my garden
Asaka, grow me a garden
We dance
We dance
To the music of the gods
The music of the breezes through the green plantain
The murmur of the river and the roar of rain
And if the gods decide to send a hurricane
We dance
We dance
To their everchanging moods
We know the gods are happy when the green things grow
They're angry when the river starts to overflow
And since we never know which way the winds will go
We dance to the earth
We dance to the water
The gods awake and we take no chance
Our hearts hear the song
Our feet move along
And to the music of the gods, we dance
On the other side of this island,
Safe behind high walls and iron gates,
The grand hommes dance to a different tune.
La la la la la la la la
They drink champagne and entertain tourists in their fine hotels
And tell their servants, "Polish up the Mercedes!"
La la la la la la la la
Two different worlds
Never meant to meet
The peasants labor
The grand hommes eat
How fine our clothes are! (We dance)
How fast we drive! (We dance)
We dance at parties
While we are dancing just to stay alive
We dance
We dance
What else is there to do
But plant the seed and pull the weed and chop the cane?
And bear the child and bear the load and bear the pain?
And as the rich go racing to their own refrain
We dance to the earth
We dance to the water
The gods awake and we take no chance
Our hearts hear the song
Our feet move along
And to the music of the gods, we dance
To the earth
We dance to the water
The gods awake and we take no chance
Two different worlds (ooh-la)
Never meant to meet (ooh-la)
But if the gods move our feet...
We dance
We dance
We dance
Credits
Writer(s): Lynn Ahrens, Stephen Charles Flaherty
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