A Country Denied
O, you; my lowland brother
What did we really know of each other?
For they had seen to it that we were kept apart.
O, you; my lowland brother
When did we lose each other?
For you were but a boy with the freedom of falcons in his heart.
When did we know we were on the wrong side?
That this war had always been just a matter of pride?
When did we notice the one with land we love?
You'll cry within your heaven above
This is no time for amnesia;
And what glue would hold us together now,
If not the soil of Rhodesia?
Rhodesia still lies in all the slain wild beasts,
And the wind of the cotton land still in their lungs
And their sightless eyes of a honeydew sun
Now we're sleeping in circles, on the stones of silverstream
Under nectar-weeping trees
Through blood-curdling screams
This call for the great divide
It felt like an end to pride
A country dead before the seizure;
A country denied --
Rhodesia.
Rhodesia still lies in all the slain wild beasts,
And in the wind of the cotton land still in their lungs
And their sightless eyes of a honeydew sun
Now we're sleeping in circles, on the stones of silverstream
Under nectar-weeping trees;
Through blood-curdling screams
This call for the great divide
It felt like an end to pride
A country dead before the seizure;
A country denied.
What did we really know of each other?
For they had seen to it that we were kept apart.
O, you; my lowland brother
When did we lose each other?
For you were but a boy with the freedom of falcons in his heart.
When did we know we were on the wrong side?
That this war had always been just a matter of pride?
When did we notice the one with land we love?
You'll cry within your heaven above
This is no time for amnesia;
And what glue would hold us together now,
If not the soil of Rhodesia?
Rhodesia still lies in all the slain wild beasts,
And the wind of the cotton land still in their lungs
And their sightless eyes of a honeydew sun
Now we're sleeping in circles, on the stones of silverstream
Under nectar-weeping trees
Through blood-curdling screams
This call for the great divide
It felt like an end to pride
A country dead before the seizure;
A country denied --
Rhodesia.
Rhodesia still lies in all the slain wild beasts,
And in the wind of the cotton land still in their lungs
And their sightless eyes of a honeydew sun
Now we're sleeping in circles, on the stones of silverstream
Under nectar-weeping trees;
Through blood-curdling screams
This call for the great divide
It felt like an end to pride
A country dead before the seizure;
A country denied.
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Writer(s): Jérôme Reuter
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