If I Could Only Turn Back

Didn't think much of it, I was simply flattered

When he shared with me the kind of words that mattered

He was a living Freedom Fighter, and I knew it back then

 

The grass was green as far as I could see

Looking out of the window on the edge of the city

But I was living on a different edge back then

 

Why at every corner poor examples of men

Where did I have to look to find a dignified man

He was there all along walkin' around back then

 

If I could only turn back

 

Did the ancient kind of teacher still exist

To be taken under wing was for me a new wish

Little did I know I was a student back then

 

If I could only turn back

I would trade what I had just to sit again with him

 

His hair was gray, corn-rolled and braided

He wore a garment of an African kind

He walked like a gentle lion

He spoke like a renaissance man

 

Where he sang seeds were sown

Words became like stepping stones

For all to step, and all to stand

 

Didn't think much of it, I was simply flattered

When he shared with me the kind of words that mattered

He was a living Freedom Fighter, and I knew it back then

 

I was just a kid, didn't know what I was missing

I wish I would have known his time was nearing

I wasnt' ready to say goodbye

 

His hair was gray, corn-rolled and braided

He wore a garment of an African kind

He walked like a gentle lion

He spoke like a renaissance man