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