THE FARM RITUAL MASQUERADE
Dance in your straw, the harvest is ready
As is the barn to meet a wife long gone
The village square yearns your wooden face
As are the youthful shoulders you ride on
As is the barn to meet a wife long gone
The village square yearns your wooden face
As are the youthful shoulders you ride on
The piata brewed, our spirits renewed
The drums are wearing new fury faces
Women and girls have vacated the town
Boys waiting to be men in skin dresses.
The drums are wearing new fury faces
Women and girls have vacated the town
Boys waiting to be men in skin dresses.
You have danced the harvest dance, its rain dance
Your own piece of the yam is on the hoe
Don't be late, farms are hungry, our hoes ache
New mouths await thus more new crops to grow
Your own piece of the yam is on the hoe
Don't be late, farms are hungry, our hoes ache
New mouths await thus more new crops to grow
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