I am hearing your rattle as
I step in between the blackberries
To see the pews that sit under the redwood boughs
Secret church across the meadow
Quiet until Sunday

Orisa’ala
Your day
Father of the white clothe
Obatala, Obatarisa
Here is cool water
Honey
My head is unclear
Save me

There is a creek that runs through that part so
I have been going there to wash my hair
I think I am getting a halo
The water is blessed, I’m sure of this
As for the rattle ring, do tell me more
Of how he made it, mine is from Turkmenistan
And I know nothing of that silversmith

chicka- chicka-chicka

And the Tassili beats
Against the silver peaked high on your finger
And makes your lovers blush
Sister to my hashish ring
Temple on this river

Are they our wedding rings now?
Do we marry the Seas?
Are we vowed to ride the sands?

Orisa’ala
Your day
Father of the white clothe
Obatala, Obatarisa
Here is cool water
Honey
My head is unclear
Save me