Wari: Edomcha Thu Nabagi

Bridge (call-and-response) Caller: Who returns at dusk to the threshing floor? Response: The children of wind, the children of door. Caller: Who carries the seed for the next year’s grain? Response: The ones who stayed close through the drought and the rain.

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

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. Bridge (call-and-response) Caller: Who returns at dusk to

Chorus Edomcha thu nabagi wari.