Lyrics Tree Without a Name - John Edmond
                                                In 
                                                Africa 
                                                so 
                                                long 
                                                ago 
                                                stood 
                                                an 
                                                old 
                                                Tamboti 
                                                tree
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                it 
                                                said 
                                                to 
                                                the 
                                                beasts 
                                                and 
                                                birds 
                                                below
 
                                    
                                
                                                You 
                                                should 
                                                shape 
                                                your 
                                                life 
                                                like 
                                                me
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                can 
                                                give 
                                                you 
                                                food 
                                                and 
                                                shelter 
                                                if 
                                                for 
                                                me 
                                                you'll 
                                                care
 
                                    
                                
                                                If 
                                                we 
                                                learn 
                                                to 
                                                give 
                                                and 
                                                take 
                                                this 
                                                paradise 
                                                we'll 
                                                share
 
                                    
                                
                                                But 
                                                the 
                                                birds 
                                                all 
                                                said 
                                                you 
                                                have 
                                                no 
                                                name 
                                                and 
                                                would 
                                                not 
                                                hear 
                                                the 
                                                tree
 
                                    
                                
                                                We'll 
                                                take 
                                                from 
                                                you 
                                                and 
                                                will 
                                                not 
                                                give 
                                                and 
                                                the 
                                                scorned 
                                                the 
                                                Tamboti
 
                                    
                                
                                                So 
                                                the 
                                                old 
                                                Tamboti 
                                                bade 
                                                all 
                                                trees 
                                                no 
                                                fruit 
                                                nor 
                                                leaves 
                                                to 
                                                bear
 
                                    
                                
                                                Until 
                                                the 
                                                birds 
                                                all 
                                                gave 
                                                their 
                                                word 
                                                for 
                                                animals 
                                                to 
                                                care
 
                                    
                                
                                                Muti 
                                                Usina 
                                                Zita 
                                                means 
                                                tree 
                                                without 
                                                    a 
                                                name
 
                                    
                                
                                                But 
                                                that 
                                                ancient 
                                                tree 
                                                is 
                                                    a 
                                                Tamboti
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                it 
                                                saved 
                                                the 
                                                birds 
                                                from 
                                                shame
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                honey 
                                                badger 
                                                roams 
                                                the 
                                                forest 
                                                seeking 
                                                out 
                                                the 
                                                hive
 
                                    
                                
                                                To 
                                                help 
                                                him 
                                                on 
                                                his 
                                                daily 
                                                quest 
                                                he 
                                                has 
                                                the 
                                                honey 
                                                guide
 
                                    
                                
                                                This 
                                                little 
                                                bird 
                                                seeks 
                                                out 
                                                the 
                                                bees 
                                                and 
                                                beckons 
                                                to 
                                                the 
                                                beast
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                badger 
                                                claws 
                                                the 
                                                honeycomb 
                                                and 
                                                together 
                                                they 
                                                share 
                                                the 
                                                feast
 
                                    
                                
                                                In 
                                                the 
                                                rolling 
                                                bush 
                                                where 
                                                the 
                                                antelope 
                                                roam
 
                                    
                                
                                                and 
                                                the 
                                                hunter 
                                                plans 
                                                his 
                                                kill
 
                                    
                                
                                                In 
                                                the 
                                                big 
                                                tall 
                                                trees 
                                                the 
                                                grey 
                                                loerie's 
                                                cry 
                                                out 
                                                    a 
                                                warning 
                                                shrill
 
                                    
                                
                                                Kweh 
                                                go 
                                                weh 
                                                they 
                                                seem 
                                                to 
                                                say 
                                                to 
                                                the 
                                                hunter 
                                                as 
                                                he 
                                                walks
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                the 
                                                antelope 
                                                all 
                                                run 
                                                away 
                                                no 
                                                matter 
                                                how 
                                                the 
                                                hunter 
                                                stalks
 
                                    
                                
                                                Muti 
                                                Usina 
                                                Zita 
                                                means 
                                                tree 
                                                without 
                                                    a 
                                                name
 
                                    
                                
                                                But 
                                                that 
                                                ancient 
                                                tree 
                                                is 
                                                    a 
                                                Tamboti
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                it 
                                                saved 
                                                the 
                                                birds 
                                                from 
                                                shame
 
                                    
                                
                                                Upon 
                                                the 
                                                mighty 
                                                river 
                                                Nile 
                                                the 
                                                Egyptian 
                                                plover 
                                                bird
 
                                    
                                
                                                Spends 
                                                    a 
                                                while 
                                                with 
                                                the 
                                                crocodile 
                                                and 
                                                    I 
                                                know 
                                                it 
                                                seems 
                                                absurd
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                the 
                                                crocodile 
                                                lies 
                                                on 
                                                the 
                                                bank 
                                                with 
                                                his 
                                                yellow 
                                                mouth 
                                                open 
                                                wide
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                the 
                                                plover 
                                                picks 
                                                the 
                                                crocodiles 
                                                teeth 
                                                and 
                                                walks 
                                                around 
                                                inside
 
                                    
                                
                                                Upon 
                                                the 
                                                plains 
                                                the 
                                                buffalo 
                                                are 
                                                roaming 
                                                fair 
                                                and 
                                                free
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                often 
                                                perched 
                                                upon 
                                                their 
                                                backs 
                                                the 
                                                oxpecker 
                                                you'll 
                                                see
 
                                    
                                
                                                He 
                                                keeps 
                                                the 
                                                herds 
                                                all 
                                                free 
                                                from 
                                                ticks 
                                                and 
                                                works 
                                                so 
                                                tirelessly
 
                                    
                                
                                                Remembering 
                                                the 
                                                wishes 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                old 
                                                Tamboti 
                                                tree
 
                                    
                                
                                                Muti 
                                                Usina 
                                                Zita 
                                                means 
                                                tree 
                                                without 
                                                    a 
                                                name
 
                                    
                                
                                                But 
                                                that 
                                                ancient 
                                                tree 
                                                is 
                                                    a 
                                                Tamboti
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                it 
                                                saved 
                                                the 
                                                birds 
                                                from 
                                                shame
 
                                    
                                 
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2 Poor Little Umkolwane
3 Flick of the Hippo's Tail
4 Ngulube Made the Wallow
5 The Spell of Impisi
6 Ixoxo Crowned the King of the Beasts
7 Where Do the Elephants Go
8 Hadida and Umpangwa
9 Inja the Dog
10 Old Thekwane
11 Klokwe and Kalulu
12 Chingwe's Hole
13 Tree Without a Name
14 Never Monkey Around With a Giraffe
15 The Wild Wild Melon
16 Zonke Tina
17 The Wise Old Eagle Owl
18 Oowe the Hyena
19 How Did the Leopard Get His Spots?
20 The Croc Needs a Doc
21 The Jackal and the Eland
22 The Hare and the Duiker
23 The Mahobahoba Tree
24 Balisa and the Bees
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