[Intro]
Sunrise on the dusty streets, the city hums in a soft parade
Makers of tea, of stories, in the shade where memories stay
[Verse 1]
Morning coffee cups clink late in the sunlit cafe
Auntie at the window selling second-hand dreams for today
Kawuka's bicycle rings through the alleys, kids in tight-knit clans
Neighbors wave like kin, handshakes warm as the morning sun
[Pre-Chorus]
I walk past the market where laughter spills like music on the air
A sigh in the breeze carries a memory of you waiting there
[Chorus]
In the heart of Kampala, I feel you somewhere near
Notes of rain on corrugated roofs, a voice I still hold dear
We count the days in moments, not in miles or time
Hope glows in the chatter, like lanterns in the evening rhymes
[Verse 2]
At the bus stage, a promise rides on a yellow seat
A nod from a stranger, a shared ache, and suddenly we're fleet
The river whispers old stories to the stones along the quay
Your laugh travels through bottlenecks, comes back to welcome me
[Pre-Chorus]
Steam from the matooke pots drifts up through the open door
And I remember how your hand fit perfectly with mine before
[Chorus]
In the heart of Kampala, I feel you somewhere near
Notes of rain on corrugated roofs, a voice I still hold dear
We count the days in moments, not in miles or time
Hope glows in the chatter, like lanterns in the evening rhymes
[Bridge]
The city sways between old memories and new bright lights
We borrow courage from smiling faces on crowded nights
If love is a map, our streets still point to you and me
Across the hum of buses and the green of Rabba trees
[Chorus]
In the heart of Kampala, I feel you somewhere near
Notes of rain on corrugated roofs, a voice I still hold dear
We count the days in moments, not in miles or time
Hope glows in the chatter, like lanterns in the evening rhymes
[Outro]
So we walk on, with pockets full of stories and a quiet prayer
That morning will return with you beside me, everywhere
