Bayo's the last of his people
The only guard of their farm
The living sun of their life
  They are tattooed on his arm
Holding his wife and his knife
.....
Waiting for her to give birth
to queen kandake  of the Nile
  She'll lead the tribe to new earth
With hope and wisdom and a smile
...
Bayo's the last of his people
He will live for what he dies for
standing  as firm as a steeple
a crouching  panther by her door