dressed in painted clay

There in the distance they gather
Can you hear the big big drums
Tum-pun tum-pun they sound
May it not be sadness but joy
Until near I will be
My doubts will surely flee

Men in similar clothes their women too
As they mark their feet from the knee in white clay
Along the street proudly stood like guest at Otufu
Bringing home the new convert
Dressed and painted in white and clay
Their feet bare, on the red earth