Tough choices.........

UNDER AFRICAN SKIES
Paul Simon


        Joseph's face was black as the night
        The pale yellow moon shone in his eyes
        His path was marked
        By the stars in the Southern Hemisphere
        And he walked the length of his days
        Under African Skies

        D - G - / D - A - // repeat throughout

C:        This is the story of how we begin to remember
        This is the powerful pulsing of love in the vein
        After the dream of falling and calling your name out
        These are the roots of rhythm
        And the roots of rhythm remain

        In early memory
        Mission music
        Was ringing 'round my nursery door
        I said take this child, Lord
        From Tucson, Arizona
        Give her the wings to fly through harmony
        And she won't bother you no more

C:        This is the story of how we begin to remember
        This is the powerful pulsing of love in the vein
        After the dream of falling and calling your name out
        These are the roots of rhythm
        And the roots of rhythm remain

B:        Ba umba umba umba hey - hey - hey ...

        Joseph's face was black as the night
        The pale yellow moon shone in his eyes
        His path was marked
        By the stars in the Southern Hemisphere
        And he walked the length of his days
        Under African Skies

OR MAYBE.................

AMERICAN TUNE
Words and Music by Paul Simon

Many's the time I've been mistaken
And many times confused.
Yes, and I've often felt forsaken
And certainly misused.
Oh, but I'm all right, I'm alright,
I'm just weary to my bones,
Still you don't expect to be bright and bon vivant
So far away from home,
So far away from home.

I don't know a soul who's not been battered,
I don't have a friend who feels at ease,
I don't know a dream that's not been shattered
Or driven to its knees.
Oh, but it's alright, it's alright,
For we lived so well so long,
Still, when I think of the road we're trav'ling on,
I wonder what's gone wrong,
I can't help it, I wonder what's gone wrong.

And I dreamed I was dying.
I dreamed that my soul rose unexpectedly
And looking back down at me,
Smiled reassuringly.
And I dreamed I was flying,
And high up above my eyes could clearly see
The Status of Liberty,
Sailing away to sea,
And I dreamed I was flying.

We come on the ship they call the Mayflower,
We come on the ship that sailed the moon.
We come in the age's most uncertain hours
And sing an American Tune.
Oh, and it's alright, it's alright, it's alright.
You can't be forever blessed.
Still tomorrow's goin' to be another working day,
And I'm trying to get some rest,
That's all I'm trying, to get some rest.