Copper sun sinking low  Scatterlings and fugitives  Hooded eyes and weary brows  Seek refuge in the night  Chorus  They are the scatterlings of Africa  Each uprooted one  On the road to Phelamanga  Where the world began  I love the scatterlings of Africa  Each and every one  In their hearts a burning hunger  Beneath the copper sun  Ancient bones from Olduvai  Echoes of the very first cry  "Who made me here and why  Beneath the copper sun?"  African idea  African idea  Make the future clear  Make the future clear  Chorus.....  And we are the scatterlings of Africa  Both you and I  We are on the road to Phelamanga  Beneath a copper sky  And we are the scatterlings of Africa  On a journey to the stars  Far below, we leave forever  Dreams of what we were