Ooowee, who to believe?  Father's turned into a child  Oh Lord have mercy on me  Oh please look through my eyes  Look through my eyes, it's no surprise  Oh why do they treat you badly?  When you sleep slaves know they're free  Your pain is killing me  Your shadow weeps in my room  Weeps in my room, you aged too soon  And now? It's the prodigal funk  No-one knows where it's come from  One wish one last fools wish  Please show the blinded road, the blinded road  And then I'll go  Ooowe, who to believe?  Mothers turned into fear  Oh Lord have mercy on me  Tell feeling to pull us near, to pull us near  I promise I won't compare  And now? A strangers at my door  Offering me money to say some more  Should I take the gold and run?  Or should I play the prodigal funk, the prodigal funk  See me gone  Upon your crown of beautiful white hair  I cried on  My tears flowed where flowers don't dare  To lie on or die on  Because they know that  Wherever the thruth is born  The day will come  Some say that black is despair  But you shine on  Some say Africa's going nowhere  You proved them wrong, them wrong  Cos they know wherever the truth is born  The day will come, the day will come, the day will come.