Quasheba, Quasheba - Our Native Daughters, Rhiannon Giddens, Leyla McCalla

Quasheba, Quasheba

You’re free now, you’re free now

How does your spirit fly?

Blood of your blood

Bone of your bone

By the grace of your strength we have life

From the Golden Coast of Ghana

To the bondage of Grenada

You kept the dream of hope alive

They burned your body

They cursed your blackness

But they could not take your lights

Quasheba, Quasheba

You’re free now, you’re free now

How does your spirit fly?

Blood of your blood

Bone of your bone

By the grace of your strength we have life

Raped and beaten, your babies taken

Starved and sold and sold again

Ain’t you a woman, of love deserving

Ain’t it somethin' you survived?

Quasheba, Quasheba

You’re free now, you’re free now

How does your spirit fly?

Blood of your blood

Bone of your bone

By the grace of your strength we have life

You dreamt of home, you dreamt of freedom

You died a slave, you died alone

You came from warriors who once built empires

Ashanti’s kingdom carries on

Quasheba, Quasheba

You’re free now, you’re free now

How does your spirit fly?

Blood of your blood

Bone of your bone

By the grace of your strength we have life

You were forgotten, almost forsaken

Your children founded generations

Your strength sustained them

They won their freedom

Traced their roots to find you

Quasheba, Quasheba

You’re free now, you’re free now

How far your spirit’s flown

Blood of your blood

Bone of your bone

By the grace of your strength we are home

Blood of your blood

Bone of your bone

By the grace of your strength we are home

By the grace of your strength we are home

We are home

We are home

We are home