The hand drums of North Africa
Once I heard them playing
I was in the vineyard
When I heard them far away
A unified beating heart on the horizon
A swarm of buzzing hands
A call to come and join in
To understand
The hand drums of North Africa
The drumming swarming sound on the horizon
Across the sea
An evening flows in and a day flows out
A people I could not see
A collective with the wings of sound