[Verse 1] Tanzania, Tanzania, oh Small farms on the climb Rich soil under tired hands Where the mountain air feels kind Meru wakes the morning slow Kilimanjaro turns to gold Every cherry gets picked clean Every basket holds a story told [Pre-Chorus] Volcanic ground Black and deep Rain on the roots And the hills don't sleep No rough edge No bitter face Just a clean cup And a gentle taste [Chorus] Tanzania, Tanzania Arabica in your hands (Tanzania, Tanzania) Mild and spicy, soft and clear Best cup in the land Tanzania, Tanzania From the farms to the flame (Tanzania, Tanzania) Low acid, pure and sweet Say that name again [Verse 2] Near the crater walls they grow Row by row in morning light No heavy spray on that red earth Just the season doing right I can taste the pepper note Then the smooth and velvet slide Nothing harsh, nothing fake Just that clean mountain ride [Pre-Chorus] Volcanic ground Black and deep Rain on the roots And the hills don't sleep No rough edge No bitter face Just a clean cup And a gentle taste [Chorus] Tanzania, Tanzania Arabica in your hands (Tanzania, Tanzania) Mild and spicy, soft and clear Best cup in the land Tanzania, Tanzania From the farms to the flame (Tanzania, Tanzania) Low acid, pure and sweet Say that name again [Bridge] From small farms to the open road From the ridge to the morning steam You bring that quiet mountain fire Wrapped in a golden sheen Let the world come lean in close Let it learn what pure can mean North country, red earth, bright green leaf That’s the cup I need [Chorus] Tanzania, Tanzania Arabica in your hands (Tanzania, Tanzania) Mild and spicy, soft and clear Best cup in the land Tanzania, Tanzania From the farms to the flame (Tanzania, Tanzania) Low acid, pure and sweet Say that name again
