Softly you whisper visions
Renewing life, reviving spirit, restoring dreams
Slowly, shadows become reality
Never mind what he said
Never mind what she did
Now it’s just you and me
So hold me, hold me, hold me, hold me
Ile ya o wa o (come, it’s home time)
I never knew self-promises in secret
Were untold, unspoken and unpredictable
Fairy tales and rhyming riddles never held the words of
Never heard before us the story of you and me
I would have never believed
I‘d wake up every morning next to a dream
Spent so many years afraid to breath
My eyes were always open but now I see
Come closer don’t shy away
Your eyes cry a mystery your lips will only whisper
And heaven know how long we’ve waited
For destiny to dance hand in hand with life’s melody
Ile ya, ile ya o, wa o (it’s home time, come it’s home time)
Trumpeter and composer Mark Kavuma aims to bring jazz back to the dancefloor with this energetic collaboration with The Banger Factory. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 14, 2021