Johnny Clegg & Savuka - High Country Lyrics
Theres a girl who lives in the high countryWhere the willows do not weepAnd the rain falls softly and gentlyAnd does not disturb her sleepTheres a girl who lives in the high countryWho lives on tea and dreamsAnd I know that she does not love meBut she plays the game so wellSit by my side and tell me boyIs the milky way that far? is the universe really expanding?Tell me who you are?I am a bondsman - a poor manI am a ghettoman - I am a thiefWho saw the gutterman who has no compassionWho heard the widow who cannot weepIn the backstreets, in the poor townsI hear a thunder which cannot rollMine are the eyes that steal from the orphanageA groveller, groping in the grimeInside is a congo-jungle-beast-lion-leopard-manA tiger-man from timbuktuEven a lover-man strutting down the avenueA winding river searching for the sea...And she said that she understood meShe thought I was complex and sensitiveHere she said, hold my hand,And have a muffin!Do you see the clouds boy?Do you see the ship?Do you see the duck?Do you love me?Brick by brick the empire is crumblingStone by stone it cracks and foldsDreams of phantoms plotting in the jungleVengeance in the elephant grassSomeones been at the liquor cabinetShes sure someones been wearing her shoesAll around her chaos and anarchyLight and reason overthrownIm sure she says, they will attack the embassy,Take me home, take me home!Theres a wind that blows through the high countryWhere the mansion used to standAnd it blows through the broken down gardenWhere she once held my hand.La, la, la, la...
