They say as they always do
That the Salone Leone
Of the Seventies
Died with the Seventies
But you know as well as I do
That the Salone Leone
Of the Seventies
Never laid claim to immortality
In the face of fatalities
As dark as the Seventies
Yes as stark as the Seventies
But that was in the rains
When the ground was wet for growing notes
As one might grow Rice or Coconut
From the wet soil
Or Rutile or Gold or Diamond
From the dry soil
Yet we still have the rains
As we do the dries
As we do the dries
Sure enough
The Salone Leone will grow taller
Than the tallest coconut tree
On your heart
If your heart is wet soil
In the rains
Or
If your heart is dry soil
In the dries
Yes when it pours
As it is about to pour
From the new new sky
The Sierra Leone song on development and transformation
A rainbow from your heart
Indeed
In the new jazz of wet and dry
You are the Salone Leone
Shooting above the sky
That the Salone Leone
Of the Seventies
Died with the Seventies
But you know as well as I do
That the Salone Leone
Of the Seventies
Never laid claim to immortality
In the face of fatalities
As dark as the Seventies
Yes as stark as the Seventies
But that was in the rains
When the ground was wet for growing notes
As one might grow Rice or Coconut
From the wet soil
Or Rutile or Gold or Diamond
From the dry soil
Yet we still have the rains
As we do the dries
As we do the dries
Sure enough
The Salone Leone will grow taller
Than the tallest coconut tree
On your heart
If your heart is wet soil
In the rains
Or
If your heart is dry soil
In the dries
Yes when it pours
As it is about to pour
From the new new sky
The Sierra Leone song on development and transformation
A rainbow from your heart
Indeed
In the new jazz of wet and dry
You are the Salone Leone
Shooting above the sky
