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.