REBEL SOUL (Nyabinghi)

 

C#-                    G#-                   Amaj7               B  

    Far from the sea there is a house, up in the hills

C#-                          G#-                     Amaj7                 B

    That's where I'll be spending my time, biding my time

             C#-                              C#-add4       C#-                                 G#-

     Nyabinghi come play your drums,   Nyabinghi come play your drums

         Amaj7/F#                     B              Amaj7        B              Amaj7       Bmaj6

    Nyabinghi come play your drums for me                      for me                      (I'm a rebel)

 

 

   When I was a boy I leaned on the strength of my father's shoulders

    And now I am grown I'm clearing my path of all the boulders

    Nyabinghi come play your drums ........

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                   C#-      G#-    Amaj7    B

    I'm a rebel soul

                   C#-      G#-    Amaj7     B    Bsus    Bsus  

    I'm a rebel soul  

Bsus/E               Bsus/F#                Bsus/G#   Bsus            Bsus/E    

        Mother I'm growing my locks I want to become a musician

                             Bsus/F#                    C#-add4            Bsus

        I'll stand up for human rights... be a warrior

Bsus/E                  Bsus/F#                         Bsus/G#         Bsus                Bsus/E 

        Guitar in my hand - a spear -  I'll be aiming for (..   for) the meridian

                          Bsus/F#                 C#-add4

        Strong is my cause and truth I rely on 

       Bsus     G#-

   Because       I   learn as I'm growing

                  C#-                                       Amaj7      B

   There's no use in only knowing pretty lies

                    Amaj7         Bmaj6

   I'll open my eyes

                        

   coz  I'm a rebel soul

 

   Nyabinghi come play your drums....

   coz I'm a rebel soul

 

   Mother they're outside my door

   They say it's time for me to conform

   I've "joined the fight" .. they say, I'm "a bad seed"

   But I know what's wrong from right

   And the road I'm on - it's providence

   At the end of the day my logic remains clear

   The embers are glowing

   My ideas are counterflowing

   Goodwill arise - guide the strong and the wise

 

   I'm a rebel                         

 

 

                         SIMIEN BREEZE

 

 On many a morning I'd wake up and something would trigger a memory of home

(I) think I've been gone for far too long (far too long)

If I could recapture my youth I would turn back the clock to a life I once knew

And lose myself like the wind in the trees

I dream of forests and I dream of wide open spaces

I dream of walking on red earth with no shoes in the rain of summer

I dream of the plans we'd laid, of the games we played

Of promises made to last all time

When that day comes I will not fear the guns - faith will be my ammunition

Prodigal was no invention - it's true

Man and kingdom will sound the horn and drum on arrival in Addis Ababa

Green, gold, red, and black behold my eyes

On many a morning I'd wake up and something would trigger a memory of home

Lomee Terra, Shiro Meda

If I could go back to my youth - rediscover the places so old yet so new

I recall fine weather - Simien breeze

I dream of forests......

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When the tale is told and the facts unfold no prize could be a consolation

Take me back to the land where I was birthed

King and country I'll come home to see - keep some land for me in Mendefera

No sapphire dome nor the ships of Rome can hold me back

Ke feedel kotera wede Lemma be Gebeya

Eske semm enna work

Lomee Terra, mehede new wedeza

When that day comes..........

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