Shola

Shola wants to be a tree on holy ground

With roots so deep and branches that kiss the clouds

So when they try and trim or cut her down

She just laughs as the sun comes dancing out

And I said Shola, I saw you walking over

When the pink moon rolls on through

You just shake your head and sing your love anew

And Adeshola, I saw you in my doorway

Always want it your way and I

Think it's time you get it for a change