Album: A Passage To Rhodesia / 02. August 2014 / Jerome Reuter <br />Lyrics: O, you; my lowland brother <br />What did we really know of each other? <br />For they had seen to it that we were kept apart. <br /> <br />O, you; my lowland brother <br />When did we lose each other? <br />For you were but a boy with the freedom of falcons in his heart. <br /> <br />When did we know we were on the wrong side? <br />That this war had always been just a matter of pride? <br />When did we notice the one with land we love? <br />You'll cry within your heaven above <br /> <br />This is no time for amnesia; <br />And what glue would hold us together now, <br />If not the soil of Rhodesia? <br /> <br />Rhodesia still lies in all the slain wild beasts, <br />And the wind of the cotton land still in their lungs <br />And their sightless eyes of a honeydew sun <br /> <br />Now we're sleeping in circles, on the stones of silverstream <br />Under nectar-weeping trees <br />Through blood-curdling screams <br /> <br />This call for the great divide <br />It felt like an end to pride <br />A country dead before the seizure; <br />A country denied -- <br />Rhodesia. <br /> <br />Rhodesia still lies in all the slain wild beasts, <br />And in the wind of the cotton land still in their lungs <br />And their sightless eyes of a honeydew sun <br /> <br />Now we're sleeping in circles, on the stones of silverstream <br />Under nectar-weeping trees; <br />Through blood-curdling screams <br /> <br />This call for the great divide <br />It felt like an end to pride <br />A country dead before the seizure; <br />A country denied
