Lubefu from Rainforest Queens by Edward Hall

Deep in the heart of the Congo
Where the lakes are plenty;
There’s a place where you can go
To hear the sounds of many—
The drumming of the people there,
The dancing of them in the square—
We wander by the stars above,
In wonder of this place of love.
This child will grow up.
This child will grow up!
Yes, he will!

Deep in the heart of the Garden,
Out on the banks of the water;
We’re a thousand lives at once,
The Forest’s sons and daughters—
The drumming of the children chases
Locusts in a million hazes;
When I think of these funny things,
I see the world is sticks and strings;
This child will grow up.
This child will grow up!
Yes, he will!

Deep in the heart of darkness—
—where a man walks dreaming:
There’s a clan of forest folk
Who wake the silent sleepers;
The terrible bark, the bite—
The heat?
Yes, the heat and all that lies beneath;
I see my own impossible dreams
Reflected in his eyes at me;
This child will grow up.
This child will grow up!
Yes, he will!

• Folk
• Australia