Mansa Musa

Is this real or am I just dreaming

Am I dead or just lying still

Sand and stone, everything’s gleaming

From the gold inside these hills

Through the ripples in my vision

A rider’s riding straight at me

Will she take me to Timbuktu

The only place I long to be

Mansa, Mansa Musa!

Mansa, Mansa Musa!

Lips are torn, my heart’s barely beating

City gates rise from the sand

Lay me down to heal in the courtyard

Of the king of all these lands

I left my home so long ago

But it’s not gold or silver I wish to own

I only want to see with my own eyes

The great king in splendor on his throne

Mansa, Mansa Musa!

Mansa, Mansa Musa!