I was born where the rain still carries the smell of ebony.
A land where concrete doesn't strangle the sun yet.
Everyone used to tell me I was as
Beautiful as the great African night.
And the moon shone in my eyes; they called me the Black Pearl.
I was born where the rain still carries the smell of ebony.
A land where concrete doesn't strangle the sun yet.
Everyone used to tell me I was as
Beautiful as the great African night.
And the moon shone in my eyes; they called me the Black Pearl.
I was born where the rain still carries the smell of ebony.
A land where concrete doesn't strangle the sun yet.
Everyone used to tell me I was as
Beautiful as the great African night.
And the moon shone in my eyes; they called me the Black Pearl.
