Do not sing that old song in my house,
The melodic sound of it entrench my soul,
Do not sing that old song to me,
Cacophonic beat welding my flesh.

The ancestors of my danced a local beat,
The children of the day in the rapping mood,
Women of old barefooted the heat,
O do not sing that new song in the wound wood.

Do not sing that new song to my soul,
Orchestrated drums beat not the heat,
For dancers mix legged the joy,
Do not sing that old song in...