Market Place

I see her floating lazily

Through the market like a butterfly

I won't forget the day the sun came shining in

Just like the dawn bringing in the rays for that sunshine in Congo

A flamming torch, she lit up the market place so brightly

Colours as in a flower garden

Raising her lappa, shimmering in purples and yellows

And all the shades sparkling in the skies in the rainbows of the Congo

Cornrow hair in a million braids

Eyes lit up like the northern star

A smile that leaves a spell when she goes to look into my eyes

She's turning me on with fever as she passes me by

Suddenly, I'm walking right besides her, really turning her on

When I tell her I'm going wherever

She'll be going when she leaves the market

Right away, I've gone to carry her bag of vegetables

We walk towards

The road that goes down to the village

She locks the door that leads into her hut

I said, "helle, mama, helle yelele"

The talking drums and the xylophones

All the drum, drums and the tubas, they were wailing

We had a night time of ecstasy

And we woke up to the roar of the lion

She had to rise to the market place

To her vegetable stall at the market place

That's where the sun rises

I won't forget the day the sun came shining in

I won't forget the day the sun came shining in

The talking drums and the xylophones

All the drum, drums and the tubas, they were wailing

We had a night time of ecstasy

And we woke up to the roar of the lion

She had to rise to the market place

To her vegetable stall at the market place

That's where the sun rises

I won't forget the day the sun came shining in, ooh, mama

I won't forget the day the sun came shining in

I won't forget the day the sun came shining in

I won't forget the day the sun came shining in

Shining, shining, shining in

I won't forget the day the sun came shining in

Shining, shining, shining shining, shining in

I won't forget the day the sun came shining in