Breaths
Sung by Sweet Honey in the Rock
Those who have died have never, never left
The dead have a pact with the living
They are in the woman’s breast
They are in the wailing child
They are with us in our homes
They are with us in the crowd
The dead have a pact with the living
Listen more often to things than to beings
Listen more often to things than to beings
When the fire’s voice is heard
Tis the ancestors’ breath
In the voice of the waters
Ah-wsh
ah-wsh
Poem by Birago Diop
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