As I was walking down the road
I saw my brother with a heavy load
I says to him, What have you seen
He says to me, I have a dream
In 1960 I thought I'd died
In Sharpeville's bloody town
But I got up, I walked on tall
Nobody's gonna put me down
Hawks and eagles fly like doves
Hawks and eagles fly like doves
Hawks and eagles fly like doves
Hawks and eagles fly like doves
As I walked on along the way
Saw my sister bend and pray
Says to her, Why do you kneel
She says, You don't know how I feel
I had a little boy and a little girl
I loved to watch them grow
But they were butchered on the streets
In the blood of Soweto
Hawks and eagles fly like doves
Hawks and eagles fly like doves
Hawks and eagles fly like doves
Hawks and eagles fly like doves
It's '85 and I'm walking still
'Cross the Uitenhaage Hill
Saw a crowd set off at dawn of day
Soldiers said, Don't come this way
Then somebody threw a stone
As they walked up the track
A boy on a bike was the first to fall
With a bullet in his back
Hawks and eagles fly like doves
Hawks and eagles fly like doves
Hawks and eagles fly like doves
Hawks and eagles fly like doves
It's been a long, long, hard road
300 years since settlers strode
Into that southern land
Now they rule with an iron hand
Low pay, no vote, and pass book laws
Don't talk back they say
But hawks and eagles will fly like doves
When the people rise one day
Hawks and eagles fly like doves
Hawks and eagles fly like doves
Hawks and eagles fly like doves
Hawks and eagles fly like doves
I saw my brother with a heavy load
I says to him, What have you seen
He says to me, I have a dream
In 1960 I thought I'd died
In Sharpeville's bloody town
But I got up, I walked on tall
Nobody's gonna put me down
Hawks and eagles fly like doves
Hawks and eagles fly like doves
Hawks and eagles fly like doves
Hawks and eagles fly like doves
As I walked on along the way
Saw my sister bend and pray
Says to her, Why do you kneel
She says, You don't know how I feel
I had a little boy and a little girl
I loved to watch them grow
But they were butchered on the streets
In the blood of Soweto
Hawks and eagles fly like doves
Hawks and eagles fly like doves
Hawks and eagles fly like doves
Hawks and eagles fly like doves
It's '85 and I'm walking still
'Cross the Uitenhaage Hill
Saw a crowd set off at dawn of day
Soldiers said, Don't come this way
Then somebody threw a stone
As they walked up the track
A boy on a bike was the first to fall
With a bullet in his back
Hawks and eagles fly like doves
Hawks and eagles fly like doves
Hawks and eagles fly like doves
Hawks and eagles fly like doves
It's been a long, long, hard road
300 years since settlers strode
Into that southern land
Now they rule with an iron hand
Low pay, no vote, and pass book laws
Don't talk back they say
But hawks and eagles will fly like doves
When the people rise one day
Hawks and eagles fly like doves
Hawks and eagles fly like doves
Hawks and eagles fly like doves
Hawks and eagles fly like doves
Contributed by Alessandro - 2009/9/24 - 15:14
"On the 21st March, 1985 a funeral procession, moving between the towns of Lange and Uitenhaage in South Africa, was stopped by armoured personnel carriers. Gun shots rang out and a 16 year old boy on a bicycle at the front of the procession fell dead. Within seconds eighteen more were killed. A later investigation into the massacre showed that many had been shot in the back."
(Notes by Ian Walker in the album "Flying High")
(Notes by Ian Walker in the album "Flying High")
Alessandro - 2010/4/23 - 13:06
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Album "Flying High"
Una ballata scozzese, scritta da uno scozzese, per raccontare della lotta dei neri contro il regime dell'apartheid in Sudafrica.