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Whispers Beneath the Baobab 2 by Chef

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Whispers Beneath the Baobab 2

reggae,male vocals

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Lyrics
Description
(Intro)
Silent winds through the baobab tree,
Whispering tales of those we can’t see,
A hollow drum, a fading beat,
Echoes linger where earth and sorrow meet.
(Verse 1)
I held my tears till the night my mother left,
Her absence, a shadow, cold and bereft,
Like the fading light of a distant flame,
Our musicians gone, but who carries the blame?
Mapetla’s voice, a river run dry,
A.T.I’s rhythm, like a silent sky,
Steez, Drama Boi, shadows in the mist,
Their melodies lost, a painful twist.
(Pre-Chorus)
Under Botswana’s vast, starlit dome,
We bury our grief in the songs once home,
Each note a tear, each silence a cry,
The baobab weeps beneath the night sky.
(Chorus)
Whispers beneath the baobab, soft and low,
Songs of the lost who taught us to grow,
Jeff Matheatau, Don B, faded suns,
Mmereki, Sara Klass, their journey’s not done.
Kgosi’s light dims, but still it glows,
In every heart where the river flows.
(Verse 2)
Their music, like the mokoro’s slow glide,
Carrying memories on the Okavango tide,
The pain unbearable, a silent scream,
Mourning in shadows, chasing a dream.
No rehearsed lines, no scripted tears,
Just raw echoes of our deepest fears,
Each strum a heartbeat, each beat a prayer,
For souls departed, lost in the air.
(Bridge - Spoken word over subtle reggae rhythm)
Listen close, the drums don’t forget,
The names carved deep in our silhouette,
From Gaborone streets to the dusty plains,
Their legacy lives, through loss and pain.
(Chorus)
Whispers beneath the baobab, soft and low,
Songs of the lost who taught us to grow,
Jeff Matheatau, Don B, faded suns,
Mmereki, Sara Klass, their journey’s not done.
Kgosi’s light dims, but still it glows,
In every heart where the river flows.
(Outro)
So we sing not to forget, but to feel,
The wounds that time may never heal,
Under Botswana’s sky so vast and deep,
In every silence, their memories keep.