Digging For Some Words
Choru
Wanderers and nomads have gone to see their chieftain
Will this be the end of the rain and the birds
Who can send an emissary to speak to the seasons
For the ravens and the crows already soak up the skies..
I'm digging for some words beneath the stones in Zimbabw
I'm searching for a drum song in the jungles of Zair
I'm groping for the blood-moon in the mountains of Malaw
Looking for the Lion of Ethiopia..
The setting dusk is darkened by the bark of the baboo
The frogs and the owls no longer call to the moo
The warlords have gathered, blue smoke hiss from teeth of chrom
And the baobab lies trembling in the boiling blood-loa
The fireplace is broken and the grinding stone to
Its million pieces flung across the plains of Afric
Each dusty fragment a seed from which grow
The memory of a debt that only you and I will kno
Choru
Seven seasoned soldiers have been summoned from Saigo
A craven walkie talkie puts their bloodshot armor o
Some drink beer milk, some drink kinky-kol
Sheep dogs live in Outeniqu
Gun dogs in Angol
Flames lick the corners of each hungry horseman's smil
They have locusts in their scabbards and deserts in their eye
Passing through the air they leave a sea of fetid rumor
As they ride across the skyline on a secret trail of lie
Choru
I found some words beneath a stone in Zimbabw
I heard a distant drum song in the jungles of Zair
The blood-moon spoke of war in the mountains of Malaw
But I never found the Lion of Ethiopi
Chorus
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