Verse 3 (closing) Stones hold the hollow of each whispered vow, Night folds the village like cloth on a plow. Wherever we wander, wherever we roam, This path is our saving, this path is our home.
Chorus (soft) Edomcha thu nabagi wari.
Verse 1 Dust on the courtyard, footprints in clay, Mother hums incense for yesterday. Sun leans low where the paddy once swayed, We walk the lanes that our grandfathers made. Edomcha Thu Nabagi Wari
Chorus Edomcha thu nabagi wari.
Verse 2 Rivers remember the names that we cry, Papery boats set by hand to the sky. Lanterns are kindling the maps of the dark, Songs like a tether, songs like a spark. Verse 3 (closing) Stones hold the hollow of