Whether sky ov’ your head is blue or grey,
Your journey being short or long distance.
Whether joy or blues be in your luggage
You, visitor, are welcome to my village.
You’ll have an ear to listen if will is share.
‘F you wish to wash then you will find a well.
Following the path made of stones will lead
To a hut for guests near the pawpaw tree.
I know you arrived here by mistake,
For next time I’ll give you the right way.
Forgot to mention, I must say,
Music, the name of my village.
You have a place, a place
Where you can stay and stay.
You have a place where you can stay.
A place in my village!
I will break before you my daily bread.
Fruits n’ vegetables on table await.
For you fish caught from the sea this morning
And water was collected from the rain.
If weak you won’t leave ‘till you got more strength.
Policy here is go at your own pace.
You shall feel free as if you had escaped.
In my village, I swear, there’s no sheriff!