Oh you, my lowland brother
What did we really know of each other
They had seen to it that we were kept apart

Oh you, my lowland brother
When did we lose each other
For you were but a boy with the freedom of falcons in is heart

When did we know that we were on the wrong side
That this war had always been just a matter of pride
When did we notice the one with the land we loved
You'll cry within your heaven above

This is no time for amnesia
And what glue would hold us together now
If not the soil of Rhodesia

Rhodesia still lies in all the slain wild beasts
And in the wind of the cotton land still in their lungs
And theirsightless eyes of a honeydew sun

Now we're sleeping in circles
On the stones of silverstream
Under nectar-weeping trees
Through blood-curdling screams
This call for the great divide
It felt like an end to pride
A country dead before the seizure
A country denied
Rhodesia

Rhodesia still lies in all the slain wild beasts
And in the wind of the cotton land still in their lungs
And theirsightless eyes of a honeydew sun

Now we're sleeping in circles
On the stones of silverstream
Under nectar-weeping trees
Through blood-curdling screams

This call for the great divide
It felt like an end to pride
A country dead before the seizure
A country denied