Dance Oviroro Dance !

Come home African Woman, Away from that world of stress, Away from hustling rigors To our world called dance. Plait your shinny strong tress, With dark African threads, Hearken to the children, Clenching to your dress, Whisper to them in their play, the forgotten songs of yesterday. Wriggle your body, To that age - long melody, Prance your waist to the beat, That, prying eyes may feel the heat, Display your bare breast, that fed the civilization of the west, Fling your waist, From dawn to noon, That, African rhythmic twist, Till the fading of the moon, Dance Oviroro Dance, Dance to black freedom, Dance oviroro dance, Thou mother of ancient wisdom. Dance and be merry, Wriggle like the twig of the berry, Then when thou come to rest, Don't forego the next. Teach generation to love and play, That transfer of knowledge may come to stay, From our play we learn each day, Looking forward to another break of day Come back home African Mother, From far away country you have strayed, To rebuild the ruins, Of our fallen plains.