| I was born where the rain still brings the smell of the ebony |
| In a never-ending land with the sun always shining |
| It’s been said I’m as pretty as a black pearl |
| When the African moon is high and my eyes are to the heavens. |
| I was sold when I was 16, I kissed my mother and never looked back |
| Then I got lost in the city with all its people and its bright lights |
| Soon I learned that my hopes and dreams, they were all just illusions |
| And for me to survive I would have to leave my country. |
| Ebony |
| Jack O’s bar, Parade hotel, from me une |
| Ebony |
| I spent all I had on the journey and my papers |
| With the hundred migrants lost by the time we reached Palermo |
| I took farm on a hill, I picked oranges and lemons |
| And I worked till late at night for a bed and little money |
| Ebony |
| It’s a long long night |
| It’s a long long time |
| It’s a long long road |
| Ebony |
| With non hope left one day I want off to Bologna |
| There I met a friend who helped me find my fortune |
| So I changed the way I looked, I changed my way of being |
| And now everybody knows, black girl costs little money |
| Ebony |
| Jack O’s bar, Parade hotel, for me une |
| Ebony… |
| Ebony… |
| It’s a long long night |
| It’s a long long time |
| It’s a long long road |
| Ebony |
| If you come to Bologna, please remember my story |
| On the boulevard at night where my dreams have turned to teardrops |
| Ebony… |