I was born where the rain still carries the smell of ebony. A land where concrete doesn't strangle the sun yet. Everyone used to tell me I was as Beautiful as the great African night. And the moon shone in my eyes; they called me the Black Pearl. I was born where the rain still carries the smell of ebony. A land where concrete doesn't strangle the sun yet. Everyone used to tell me I was as Beautiful as the great African night. And the moon shone in my eyes; they called me the Black Pearl. I was born where the rain still carries the smell of ebony. A land where concrete doesn't strangle the sun yet. Everyone used to tell me I was as Beautiful as the great African night. And the moon shone in my eyes; they called me the Black Pearl.