Adisa wakes, the sun is low
Empty belly, but the seeds must sow
Plows the earth, the ground so dry
Dreams of food as time slips by
Little wise Adisa, planting hope in rows
Watched the fields, and the harvest grows
Rain or shine, he knew the way
Fed the village on harvest day
Seasons turn, the sprouts grow
Adisa tends them day and night
A year has passed, the fields are green
He feeds them all, the young, the old
Little wise Adisa, planting hope in rows
Watched the fields, and the harvest grows
Rain or shine, he knew the way
Fed the village on harvest day
Little wise Adisa, planting hope in rows
Watched the fields, and the harvest grows
Rain or shine, he knew the way
Fed the village on harvest day.