Sudan


Sun beats down and the hammer crashes
Crushing the rock and my back
Primitive tools for a primitive man
As I help to rebuild his land
I raise my hammer my mind’s on a different track
Building up this war torn village
The irony is clear
No war had severed two broken hearts
But a drought of love played its part
My hammer comes down, I resolve not to crush what’s dear


Sudan took my heart back home
African sun brought me back to the one
Where my heart once longed
Sudan took my heart back home


I look into these children’s eyes
See a hope that was nearly gone
I build a school’s foundation building hopes and dreams
But I’m seeing now a different thing
I’m seeing now the dreams I can build back where I belong


Sudan took my heart back home
African sun brought me back to the one
Where my heart once longed
Sudan took my heart back home


Funny how we take advantage of the things we take for granted
Like some stupid game we play
Once again I’m swinging down, my sweat and hammer hit the ground
A new foundation eight thousand miles away
Eight thousand miles away


Sudan took my heart back home
African sun brought me back to the one
Where my heart once longed
Sudan took my heart back home