We are in a cue
We will dock when we’re due
There is nothing like immortal few
And there’s no one to really sue
Let the natural tongue speak of life’s curfew
CHORUS
“Mere bi bɛba
Nↄti bɛkↄ nↄte mu
Ama nↄte abobↄ nompe mu
ɛse bɛguan atua agyaboↄ
Na nↄte akyire nhwi deduam
Onua hwan na ↄnkↄ mere yi mu?”
II
In this long cue
Some might see the hew
With no regard for souls who mew
As more follow in the new
Once caught, no words can free from the pew
And oh, who cares if all view?
Let the natural tongue speak of life’s curfew
CHORUS
“Mere bi bɛba
Nↄti bɛkↄ nↄte mu
Ama nↄte abobↄ nompe mu
ɛse bɛguan atua agyaboↄ
Na nↄte akyire nhwi deduam
Onua hwan na ↄnkↄ mere yi mu?”
III
Who still wants to be a shrew?
When these storms are in the brew?
None knows of the pruning crew
None knows of the hands which the rope did drew
Each from the cue will form its own stew
Let the natural tongue speak of life’s curfew
CHORUS
“Mere bi bɛba
Nↄti bɛkↄ nↄte mu
Ama nↄte abobↄ nompe mu
ɛse bɛguan atua agyaboↄ
Na nↄte akyire nhwi deduam
Onua hwan na ↄnkↄ mere yi mu?”
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015
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