Under the mubveva tree
the air still and sticky
lying in red mud
Am I high? Am I drunk?
Under the mubveva tree
Amongst the mubveva leaves
big, ripe, juicy bvevas
drinking the bitter nectar
I realise it must be December
under the mubveva leaves
In my parent's orchard
my ghost's chosen courtyard
I squat to play the mbira
and in the distance I hear her
at the bottom of my parent's orchard
A breeze rustles the mubveva grove
they're all with me now
as I sing stories of being sick of this life
and the tight rope of good times
that I'm clinging to with one hand
[KUDEKATERA]
What do you say to that Mother?
What do you say to that Father?
Now you're silent ay?
“The fig is brown outside but inside it is filled with worms.”
What're you talking about grandma?
Won't you help me grandad?
Why are you silent hey?
“You know my child, to plough is hard but to eat is easy.”
How can I pull up these roots by myself?
Why would I want to anyway?
“Zvakakunakira wena” [laughing]
[MAHONERA]
Under the mubveva tree
my mother sung back to me...
Let go of all your hate and fear
And everyday play your mbira
It is a friend indeed
Under the mubveva tree
my lover sung back to me
Everyday choose to smile
you'll stop missing me in a while
say goodbye to the mubveva trees
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