Letras Ebony - Modena City Ramblers

Ebony

I was born where the rain still brings the smell of the ebony\nIn a never-ending land with the sun always shining\nIt’s been said I’m as pretty as a black pearl\nWhen the African moon is high and my eyes are to the heavens.\nI was sold when I was 16, I kissed my mother and never looked back\nThen I got lost in the city with all its people and its bright lights\nSoon I learned that my hopes and dreams, they were all just illusions\nAnd for me to survive I would have to leave my country.\nEbony\nJack O’s bar, Parade hotel, from me une\nEbony\nI spent all I had on the journey and my papers\nWith the hundred migrants lost by the time we reached Palermo\nI took farm on a hill, I picked oranges and lemons\nAnd I worked till late at night for a bed and little money\nEbony\nIt’s a long long night\nIt’s a long long time\nIt’s a long long road\nEbony\nWith non hope left one day I want off to Bologna\nThere I met a friend who helped me find my fortune\nSo I changed the way I looked, I changed my way of being\nAnd now everybody knows, black girl costs little money\nEbony\nJack O’s bar, Parade hotel, for me une\nEbony…\nEbony…\nIt’s a long long night\nIt’s a long long time\nIt’s a long long road\nEbony\nIf you come to Bologna, please remember my story\nOn the boulevard at night where my dreams have turned to teardrops\nEbony…