Duma Leen Fatay

I woke up early this morning
My last African day
I see the sorrow in their faces
They know that soon I'll fly away
I hold them tight, trying not to cry
I say a question, I don't know what to say
And so I whisper close:
Duma leen fatay

I will remember
The day I came
And though I must go now
Mariama's still my name
Duma leen fatay

I woke up early this morning
Another American day
I've got no time for breakfast
I must be on my way
Reach in my bag, power on the phone
See what the world has got to say
but the first words I read:
Duma leen fatay

I will remember
The day I came
And though I'm so far now
Mariama's still my name
Duma leen fatay

You showed me a world
I'd never have known
I opened my heart
Love and sorrow's grown
So many won't know
In the red, white, and blue
This world that's followed me
Is looking to you

I woke up early this morning
A Senegalese kind of day
Pack my stuff and head out
My heart knows just what to say
I don't know when or how or why
But I bet I'll be back some day
Cuz I won't forget them...
(or should I say...)
Duma Leen fatay

I will remember
The day I came
My heart, It's still with you
Mariama's still my name
Duma leen fatay