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

Chorus (soft) 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. Response: The ones who stayed close through the