Market Place

I see her floating lazily Through the market like a butterfly I won't forget the day the sun came shining in Just like the dawn, in the rain that sprays all that sunshine on Congo A flaming torch she lit up the marketplace so brightly Colors as in a flower garden Gracing her lappa shimmering in purples and yellows And all the shades sparkling in the skies in the rainbows of the Congo Corn row hair in a million braids Eyes lit up like the northern star A smile that leaves a spell when she goes to look into my eyes She turning me on with fever As she passes me by Suddenly I'm walking right beside her, really turning her on When I tell her I'm going wherever she'll be going when she leaves the market Right away I go to carry her bag of vegetables We walk towards the road that goes down to her village She locks the door that leads into her hut The talking drums and the xylophones All the tom toms and the tumbas they were wailing We had a night time of ecstasy And we woke up to the roar of the lion She had to rise to the market place To her vegetable stall at the market place That's where the sun rises Oooh I won't forget the day the sun came shining in I won't forget the day the sun came shining in I won't forget the day the sun came shining in I won't forget the day the sun came shining in