[Intro]
Whispers through the lanes, old bricks and sunlit dust,
Footsteps echo stories in the market’s hush.
[Verse 1]
In Village Yaba, where memories grow like vines,
Kids with chalked chalklines draw the lines of time.
Grandmas mend the mornings with a kettle’s soft gold,
Tales traded for tea, in every doorway told.
[Pre-Chorus]?
[Chorus]
We walk the sunlit corners where the river learns our names,
Faces rise like lanterns from the alleys and the flames.
Hold the laughter steady, hear the drums of distant roads,
Village Yaba, in your heart our stories glow.
[Verse 2]
Markets hum with harmonies of barter and of bread,
Children chase a kite where the prayer bells led.
Dust motes dance in windows as the day tilts toward night,
Neighbors share the weather and the weather shares the light.
[Chorus]
We walk the sunlit corners where the river learns our names,
Faces rise like lanterns from the alleys and the flames.
Hold the laughter steady, hear the drums of distant roads,
Village Yaba, in your heart our stories glow.
[Bridge]
If you listen close, you’ll hear the old drum speak—
A pulse of rain on tin roofs, a child’s whistle bleak.
We bloom where we are planted, roots in every street,
Village Yaba, where every heartbeat greets.
[Chorus]
We walk the sunlit corners where the river learns our names,
Faces rise like lanterns from the alleys and the flames.
Hold the laughter steady, hear the drums of distant roads,
Village Yaba, in your heart our stories glow.
[Outro]
So carry the sound as you wander and roam,
Village Yaba keeps you safely at home.
