Drumming and we strumming
And we sipping and we steaming
Drumming and we strumming
And we sipping and we steaming
The music is alive
When we drumming and we strumming
And we sipping and we steaming
Drumming and we strumming
And we sipping and we steaming

The light is dim but the Moon is high
The djimbe sounds begin to fill the sky
The kette hold the heart beat
We begin to travel home
Surrendered to the riddim feel the drum tone
Yes feel the drum tone
Feel the drum tone
As the bass resonates in your dome

Drumming and we strumming
And we sipping and we steaming
Drumming and we strumming
And we sipping and we steaming
The music is alive
When we drumming and we strumming
And we sipping and we steaming
Drumming and we strumming
And we sipping and we steaming
Imagining life on a distant plain

The ancients revealing our Afrikan names
The bodies swaying while the branches swing
The bredrins playing while the empress sing
She sing la la la la la la la la
Singing about la la la la la la la la la love
For each other
While the fire crackle pop with the night dew
We deh ya wid the one two

Drumming and we strumming
And we sipping and we steaming
Drumming and we strumming
And we sipping and we steaming
The music is alive
When we drumming and we strumming
And we sipping and we steaming
Drumming and we strumming
And we sipping and we steaming

We could be in Afrika in this moment
Sitting by the river Nile
Contemplating the nature of creation
Humble as a little child
The music forms the essence of the environment
The tempo is the measure
Vibration is the treasure
Giving is the pleasure of the time that is spent

In the spirit
Drumming and we strumming
And we sipping and we steaming
Drumming and we strumming
And we sipping and we steaming
The music is alive
When we drumming and we strumming
And we sipping and we steaming
Drumming and we strumming
And we sipping and we steaming