Nothing but a shadow
Being used for a shelter
And nothing but stones
Being used for desks.
Nothing but a drum
Used instead of a bell
But they know what I know
And can read what I read.
This village school stands
Along the dusty road I passed
Moving about the tree
As the earth rotates each day.
Farmers can tell the time
Each day by this alone
Brave children of the soil
Working for the future
In this dusty classroom.
