Congo

Now, could we go to the square they call Congo?
I need to go and lay my feet upon the stone
Where the first of us stood before, before, before
Where we sat and played to revive our depleted souls
Where we went to forget our freedom was not our own
Where we went to hold onto the memories of way back home
Now could we, now could we
Now could we go?
Get to cong — get to cong — Congo
Get to cong — get to Congo
Now could we go to the square they call Congo?
I need to go and lay my feet upon the stone
Where the first of us stood before, before, before
Where we made music in remembrance of human bodies sold
Where the sounds of an old pain became the new music of hope
Where they paved me a road so I could get to Congo
Now could we, now could we
Now could we go?
Get to cong — get to cong — Congo
Get to cong — get to Congo
And I would not be here today
If they had not been so displaced, so displaced
But still — tut still they made time to sing and play a song
A song in Congo
Get to cong — get to cong — Congo
Get to cong — get to Congo