The cock crows , that's your morning alarm,
Half a sleep you make your way to the stream,
One , two , three, you milk the cow, four, five six, you milk the cow - again,
You whistle, the cattle follow your lead,
The grass is green , the sun is up and but soles not on your feet,
Down hill, up hill, getting closer to the lions,
The roars the, hisses , yeah it's my dance floor,
Under a tree you think of the village girl,
Daughter of the chief , beautiful as she can be,
You smile coz she thinks you're cute , but you gotta pay dowry but you got nothing but just a bead,
The story tellers gather, bringing life to the sound of the night,
With joy you join in the songs, with laughter you dance around the fire,
Mama gives you a big hug, reminding you that you are her son,
Papa, says boy bring me my smoking pipe and winks at you with delight, as he says sleep tight tonight .
