Testo Jacaranda Bougainvillea Al Jarreau
Oh what a dream, Oh what a story.
Donât have to weep, Come and enjoy a smile.
Opening scene is just like a doorway.
Hereâs a story, in rhythm and rhyme.
There is a tree on the street and in the forest.
Lavender dream whispered a poet.
Bright potpourri. The envy of orchids,
When itâs dressed in a pink and fuchsia twine.
Jacaranda tree and the Bougainvillea vine.
Oh Mandela, that garden that you made,
Is a vision of the prayer, you mustâve been prayinâ everyday.
Sweet Azaleas, every color every kind.
And the first and the last are all divine.
There is a dream of the trees and of the flowers.
There is a season of peace at the borderlineâ¦
Where weâre redeemed and history will crown us.
Jacaranda tree and Bougainvillea vine.
Oh Mandela, would you say that itâs alright?
When the children play they always say, they say that we were like
Cinderella, in your garden thereâs a shrine,
To the first and the last theyâre all divine.
One and all, big and small, a common birth.
Each and every child for all his worth.
Take the one whoâs always last and make him first.
Take these seeds. Seed the earth.
OUTRO:
Cominâ along,
Oh what a long way we have come.
Cominâ along,
Makin' a home for everyone.
Cominâ along, way down South in Africa
Look at (Study) the Jacaranda tree hugginâ the Bougainvillea
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