Every time you’re in my dreams
I close my eyes
And you’re there
Standing in a circle of stones
Storm clouds building up in the sky

Ripe fruit splits in the sun
thunder rolls rainstorm comes
Can hardly bear this ecstacy
This strange hold you have on me

Every time I see the red sun
Fall in an african sky
You’re always on my mind/Everytime
spinning me round in time/Everytime

Everytime I try to picture you
Beneath those cold northern skies
I see you walking by the River Lekwa
Your beauty burns the dusk like fire

Sacred rites from our sun-drunk day