Our Days Are Numbered

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Words & Music by Naomi Wachira
Doreli Music ASCAP © 2017

Our days are numbered everyone of them,
From days of laughter and sorrow
To rising up on the mountain like Moses,
But then coming down to days of trouble
You toil, you labor you try to build your life,
So that someday you can say
Come and see what I’ve done,
Oh but you know, your days are trouble

The rain falls on the good and the bad
And the sun shines on the good and the bad
But nobody knows what tomorrow holds

So learn to be wise, Learn to be kind,
Learn to count your days,
Because nobody knows what tomorrow holds

I said don’t you know? Don’t you know? Don’t you know?
Don’t you know? Don’t you know? Don’t you know?
That our days, our days are numbered
Learn to be wise Learn to be kind Because our days, our days are numbered

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from Song of Lament, released June 2, 2017

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Naomi Wachira Seattle, Washington

There is no doubt that Afro-Folk Singer/Songwriter, Naomi Wachira is determined to create a niche in the world with her uplifting and sobering music and perhaps inch us closer to one another as we remember our shared humanity. Her upcoming album, Song of Lament, is a testament to Wachira fully embracing her creative power and its ability spread goodness to the world. ... more

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