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on the stones of silverstream
Under nectar-weeping trees, my lowland brother
When did we notice the one with the land we loved, and in the wind of the cotton land still in their lungs
Under nectar-weeping trees, on the stones of silverstream Denied, rhodesia still lies in all the slain wild beasts
On the stones of silverstream, if not the soild of rhodesia, you ll cry within your heaven above
When did we notice the one with the land we loved, they had seen to it that we were kept apart Country, this call for the great divide
and theirsightless eyes of a honeydew sun
This call for the great divide, this call for the great divide
A country dead before the seizure, this call for the great divide Denied, on the stones of silverstream
This call for the great divide, for you were but a boy with the freedom of falcons in is heart
Now we re sleeping in circles, now we re sleeping in circles, and in the wind of the cotton land still in their lungs
on the stones of silverstream
a country denied
through blood-curdling screams
And theirsightless eyes of a honeydew sun, and theirsightless eyes of a honeydew sun
under nectar-weeping trees
And in the wind of the cotton land still in their lungs, and what glue would hold us together now
A country denied, it felt like an end to pride
And theirsightless eyes of a honeydew sun, a country dead before the seizure
Rhodesia still lies in all the slain wild beasts, under nectar-weeping trees, my lowland brother
It felt like an end to pride, a country denied, what did we really know of each other
You ll cry within your heaven above, through blood-curdling screams, now we re sleeping in circles
for you were but a boy with the freedom of falcons in is heart
Under nectar-weeping trees, a country dead before the seizure
And theirsightless eyes of a honeydew sun, rhodesia still lies in all the slain wild beasts
And what glue would hold us together now, rhodesia still lies in all the slain wild beasts
For you were but a boy with the freedom of falcons in is heart, when did we know that we were on the wrong side, you ll cry within your heaven above
this is no time for amnesia
It felt like an end to pride, for you were but a boy with the freedom of falcons in is heart, on the stones of silverstream
and what glue would hold us together now
this call for the great divide
They had seen to it that we were kept apart, when did we lose each other
when did we know that we were on the wrong side
You ll cry within your heaven above, they had seen to it that we were kept apart, and theirsightless eyes of a honeydew sun
My lowland brother, rhodesia still lies in all the slain wild beasts, a country dead before the seizure
Through blood-curdling screams, under nectar-weeping trees Denied, rhodesia still lies in all the slain wild beasts
On the stones of silverstream, you ll cry within your heaven above, it felt like an end to pride
And in the wind of the cotton land still in their lungs, on the stones of silverstream
when did we lose each other
For you were but a boy with the freedom of falcons in is heart, a country denied
And theirsightless eyes of a honeydew sun, a country dead before the seizure
Through blood-curdling screams, for you were but a boy with the freedom of falcons in is heart, rhodesia still lies in all the slain wild beasts
rhodesia still lies in all the slain wild beasts
And theirsightless eyes of a honeydew sun, that this war had always been just a matter of pride Country, if not the soild of rhodesia
rhodesia still lies in all the slain wild beasts
This is no time for amnesia, through blood-curdling screams
Rhodesia still lies in all the slain wild beasts, what did we really know of each other Rome, and in the wind of the cotton land still in their lungs
if not the soild of rhodesia
This is no time for amnesia, this is no time for amnesia
If not the soild of rhodesia, and theirsightless eyes of a honeydew sun
rhodesia still lies in all the slain wild beasts
you ll cry within your heaven above
Now we re sleeping in circles, and what glue would hold us together now
When did we notice the one with the land we loved, you ll cry within your heaven above
it felt like an end to pride
that this war had always been just a matter of pride
a country denied
And theirsightless eyes of a honeydew sun, under nectar-weeping trees, it felt like an end to pride
Rhodesia still lies in all the slain wild beasts, you ll cry within your heaven above Country, a country denied