Memphis - Cassandra Wilson

I was locked inside a prison of my own design

Every wall was painted gray

Then the walls dissolved, the sky collapsed

I heard him whispering my name

With a voice so warm and tender

He reached out and helped me to remember

With the sweet complexion of a pharaoh

Dark as a delta night, I said

«Oh won’t you carry me back to Memphis

Where we can dance along the Nile»

Dance along the Nile

Dance with me along the Nile

Water wash over me

Dance with me along the Nile

Water wash over me

Water wash over me

Now, history had been arranged

To hide us from our secret names

But God knows who we are

I’m content to watch him

Slowly come to meet me

On a river to my heart

Roll in slowly pour into my veins

Bring me water and wash away my pain

With the sweet complexion of a pharaoh

Dark like a delta night, I said

I want, I want to go back to Memphis

And we will dance along the Nile

And you’ll remember me

How that water wash over me

Let’s go back, let’s go back to Memphis

And we will dance along the Nile

Smile, dance, …