Lyrics In a Wilderness of Spite - Rome

In a Wilderness of Spite

Down, to the river down
They carried poor Rhodesia
Drowned, never to be crowned
Our queen lays slain, Rhodesia
Wouldn’t leave your body to the hounds
Couldn’t bury you in hallowed ground, Rhodesia
Slowly they run these black tears
Slowly they run into the river Aeeth
And on we go
On we row, Rhodesia
And on we go
On we row, Rhodesia
Down, to the river down
They carried poor Rhodesia
Drowned, never to be crowned
They carried her splendour down to the river Aeeth
Aeeth is a grave’s name
So today we call, for the miracle
Arise young queen, Rhodesia
And on we row
On we row, Rhodesia
And on we go
On we row, Rhodesia
No flowers grow on Rhodesia’s grave
No flowers grow on the river Aeeth
Aeeth is a grave’s name
Aeeth is a grave’s name
Aeeth is that pale tomb of shame
Aeeth is that pale tomb of shame
Down flew the golden crown
Down flew the golden crown
And she lays slain on the frozen ground
And she lays slain on the frozen ground
Rhodesia
Rhodesia
Now we climb into that willow tree
Now we climb into that willow tree
And we all weep for thee
Poor Rhodesia
So today we call, for the miracle
And today we call, for the miracle
Arise young queen, Rhodesia
And on we go
On we row, Rhodesia
And on we go
On we row, Rhodesia
And on we go
On we row, Rhodesia
And on we go
On we grow, Rhodesia
And on we go
On we row, Rhodesia
And on we go
On we row, Rhodesia
And on we go
On we row, Rhodesia
And on we go
On we row, Rhodesia