Copper sun sinking low
Scatterlings and fugitives
Hooded eyes and weary brows
Seek refuge in the night

Ancient bones from Olduvai
Echoes of the very first cry
Who made me here and why
Beneath the copper sun

They are the scatterlings of Africa
Each uprooted one
There 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

Broken wall, bicycle wheel
African sun forging steel, singing
Magic machine cannot match
Human being human being
African idea's
African idea's
Make the future clear
Make the future clear

My very first beginnings
Beneath the copper sky
Lie deeply buried
In the dust of Olduvai

And we are the scatterlings of Africa
Both you and I
We are on the road to Phelamanga
Beneath this copper sky
And we are scatterlings of Africa
On a journey to the stars
Far below we leave forever
Dreams of what we were

They are the scatterlings of Africa
Each uprooted one
There 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