Chorus (soft) Edomcha thu nabagi wari.
Bridge (call-and-response) Caller: Who returns at dusk to the threshing floor? Response: The children of wind, the children of door. Caller: Who carries the seed for the next year’s grain? Response: The ones who stayed close through the drought and the rain. Edomcha Thu Nabagi Wari
Verse 1 Dust on the courtyard, footprints in clay, Mother hums incense for yesterday. Sun leans low where the paddy once swayed, We walk the lanes that our grandfathers made. Chorus (soft) Edomcha thu nabagi wari
Verse 2 Rivers remember the names that we cry, Papery boats set by hand to the sky. Lanterns are kindling the maps of the dark, Songs like a tether, songs like a spark. Caller: Who carries the seed for the next year’s grain
Chorus Edomcha thu nabagi wari.
Verse 3 (closing) Stones hold the hollow of each whispered vow, Night folds the village like cloth on a plow. Wherever we wander, wherever we roam, This path is our saving, this path is our home.