Mon Rovîa - Black Cauldron

 

Whittle me 
Till I’m little me
Back to banyan trees 
Cassava leaves 
War torn screams 
Maria 
Birthing me 
In a black cauldron (ooh, ooh)
Black cauldron (ooh, ooh)
Mm, yeah

Some things, they can take you right back 
Some things, they can take you right back 
Some things, they can take you right back 
Some things, they can take you

One for the bible
Two for the children with the rifles 
Three for survival 
I’m running in the cycles
I’m running in the cycles

Some things, they can take you right back 
Some things, they can take you right back 
Some things, they can take you right back 
Some things, they can take you
(Ooh, ooh)

Mama I don’t wanna cry no more 
Mama the kids are burning church next door 
Mama I can feel the breeze in my evening 
Mama tell me there’s a reason for living 

Mama I don’t wanna cry no more
(I walk, step forward into some blurry future)
Mama the kids are burning church next door
(My past far behind)
Mama I can feel the breeze in my evening
(Sometimes it calls)
(There must be a reason)
Mama tell me there’s a reason for living

(That you're on my mind)

Some things, they can take you right back 
Some things, they can take you right back 
Some things, they can take you right back 
Some things, they can take you