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