Aviator
Elder Lister
If He Really Has No Prize, Bring Him Back To Us!
Perhaps, when we tell you he's a good man
You think it is for the battles he's fought and won
You praise him for slaying the tyrant
You praise him for opening the mouths that mock him
You praise him for stepping back when he was the strongest
You praise him for bringing hope when we were all hopeless
You know, he is for all of us when he wins
We do not deny
But whose is he when he loses a battle?
Whose was Amollo when his own mother died
And he was not here with her?
To hold her hands with love in her final hour
To assure her that he did not abandon her
For a quest bigger than he was to her, and she to him
Bigger than her own dying mother!
To carry her, like all sons should do, when she was weak and immobile
Do you know, I ask you, the pain of a mother about to die,
With a son locked far away in prison?
Do you?
Amollo is our son
We should have blamed him for being away
When a mother needed him in her deathbed
We've taught our sons to do that to their mothers
But for Amollo, we all did it for him
These tears you see are not all from us
Buckets mourned his mother for him
Because back here, he was the best we had around at this time
We love him for the battles he lost
That's when our love is strongest
We will award more for the battles he lost
We beseech you to let him come back home
If he has no prize for the battles he won
We will not be ashamed of him for an empty hand
Hunters have searched a whole forest before and
returned empty
They did not sleep hungry and cold in the forest!
We did not send Amollo for anything that we cannot do without
Have we died for the many we sent and never came back?
Bring him to us if he has no Prize for the battles he won!
We shall build him a house by the shores of Lolwe!
Perhaps, when we tell you he's a good man
You think it is for the battles he's fought and won
You praise him for slaying the tyrant
You praise him for opening the mouths that mock him
You praise him for stepping back when he was the strongest
You praise him for bringing hope when we were all hopeless
You know, he is for all of us when he wins
We do not deny
But whose is he when he loses a battle?
Whose was Amollo when his own mother died
And he was not here with her?
To hold her hands with love in her final hour
To assure her that he did not abandon her
For a quest bigger than he was to her, and she to him
Bigger than her own dying mother!
To carry her, like all sons should do, when she was weak and immobile
Do you know, I ask you, the pain of a mother about to die,
With a son locked far away in prison?
Do you?
Amollo is our son
We should have blamed him for being away
When a mother needed him in her deathbed
We've taught our sons to do that to their mothers
But for Amollo, we all did it for him
These tears you see are not all from us
Buckets mourned his mother for him
Because back here, he was the best we had around at this time
We love him for the battles he lost
That's when our love is strongest
We will award more for the battles he lost
We beseech you to let him come back home
If he has no prize for the battles he won
We will not be ashamed of him for an empty hand
Hunters have searched a whole forest before and
returned empty
They did not sleep hungry and cold in the forest!
We did not send Amollo for anything that we cannot do without
Have we died for the many we sent and never came back?
Bring him to us if he has no Prize for the battles he won!
We shall build him a house by the shores of Lolwe!