When the man walked in - we said welcome
The Fatherland had thrown another son into a foreign land
When the man sat down, tears glinted in the shadows
Now his children stare at photographs,
A woman walks into an empty room
When the man stood up, he said 'Remember this
Only trust a good Christian or a good Communist
But now my life - becomes a hall of mirrors
For my words are full of violence
But in my heart I am a peaceful man
So let me take you there
To Tambo's dream,
Mandela's hope
Sisulu's street
The buildings that we burned
Lay down a bed of ashes for our children's feet
When the man walked out, -we heard the sound of thunder raging
A comet sped across False Bay, the sea returned a million lights
And the blood of Christ fell from a black child's temple
And the names of slums were famous
Before a watching world..
So let me take you there
To Tambo's dream,
Mandela's hope
Sisulu's street
The buildings that we burned
Lay down a bed of ashes
for our children's feet.
So let me take you there...
The Fatherland had thrown another son into a foreign land
When the man sat down, tears glinted in the shadows
Now his children stare at photographs,
A woman walks into an empty room
When the man stood up, he said 'Remember this
Only trust a good Christian or a good Communist
But now my life - becomes a hall of mirrors
For my words are full of violence
But in my heart I am a peaceful man
So let me take you there
To Tambo's dream,
Mandela's hope
Sisulu's street
The buildings that we burned
Lay down a bed of ashes for our children's feet
When the man walked out, -we heard the sound of thunder raging
A comet sped across False Bay, the sea returned a million lights
And the blood of Christ fell from a black child's temple
And the names of slums were famous
Before a watching world..
So let me take you there
To Tambo's dream,
Mandela's hope
Sisulu's street
The buildings that we burned
Lay down a bed of ashes
for our children's feet.
So let me take you there...
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