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For Mulala -- The Story

Here are the lyrics to "For Mulala." It's a love letter to the people in a little village on a mountain in Tanzania. Some years ago, our church partnered with them, and we assisted in building projects and such. I never got to go, but Christi traveled there and was blown away by their generosity and kindness. Back home, we raised money by staging a series of benefit concerts. What I took from the experience was how, despite the obvious differences between our circumstances, the basic human values are a constant.


For Mulala


Everywhere there’s separation, keeping souls apart


Language, culture, money, race, matters of the heart


Separate countries and religions, separate points of view,


But somehow none of these has separated me and you



You and I are joined together, no matter where we go


The only thing that separates us, the only one I know


Is miles…just a couple of miles.



We both love our parents despite the times we fight


And we both run to rock the cradle in the middle of the night


We sing out loud on Sunday, just slightly off the key


And every now and then we sing a harmony



You and I are joined together, no matter where we go


The only thing that separates us, the only one I know


Is miles…just a couple of miles.



The world is full of troubles, we cannot count them all


Think of all the suffering and the tears begin to fall


But nothing is impossible, not for me and you


Every time the sun comes up it’s new



You and I are joined together, no matter where we go


The only thing that separates us, the only one I know


Is miles…just a couple of miles.

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