Congo - Amel Larrieux

Now, could we go to the square they call Congo?

I need to go and lay my feet upon the stone

Where the first of us stood before, before, before

Where we sat and played to revive our depleted souls

Where we went to forget our freedom was not our own

Where we went to hold onto the memories of way back home

Now could we, now could we

Now could we go?

Get to cong — get to cong — Congo

Get to cong — get to Congo

Now could we go to the square they call Congo?

I need to go and lay my feet upon the stone

Where the first of us stood before, before, before

Where we made music in remembrance of human bodies sold

Where the sounds of an old pain became the new music of hope

Where they paved me a road so I could get to Congo

Now could we, now could we

Now could we go?

Get to cong — get to cong — Congo

Get to cong — get to Congo

And I would not be here today

If they had not been so displaced, so displaced

But still — tut still they made time to sing and play a song

A song in Congo

Get to cong — get to cong — Congo

Get to cong — get to Congo