Enchantment Passing Through

To sail away to half discovered places
To see the secrets so few eyes have seen
To see moments of enchantment on our faces
The moments when we smile and those in between

Are you talking about Nubia now?

Yes, in a way.

If I could leave this place then I'd be sailing
To corners of my land where there would be
Sweet southern winds of liberty prevailing
The beauty so majestic and so free

I will take you sailing. South, you can be my guide.

Would you let me steer?

Would you run us aground?

Oh yes. Wherever there are no people.
I'd jump out of the boat, kick off my
Sandals and run.
And there'd be no one there to scold me and tell me to
Behave like a good... to behave.