Johnny Clegg - Digging For Some Words lyrics
[Johnny Clegg - Digging For Some Words lyrics]
Wanderers and nomads have gone
To see their chieftains
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 Zimbabwe
I'm searching for a drum song
In the jungles of Zaire
I'm groping for the blood-moon in
The mountains of Malawi
Looking for the Lion of Ethiopia
The settling dusk is darkened by
The bark of the baboon
The frogs and the owls no
Longer call to the moon
The warlords have gathered
Blue smoke hiss from teeth of chrome
And the baobab trembles in
The boiling blood-loam
The fireplace is broken and
The grinding stone too
It's million pieces flung across
The plains of Africa it's dusty fragments
A seed from which grows
The memory of a debt that only
You and I will know
Wanderers and nomads have gone
To see their chieftains
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
Seven seasoned soldiers have been
Summoned from Saigon
A craven walkie talkie puts
Their bloodshot armor on
Some drink beer milk, some drink kinky-kola
Sheep dogs live in Outeniqua
Gun dogs in Angola
Flames lick the corners of
Each hungry horseman's smile
They have locusts in their scabbards
And deserts in their eyes
Passing through the air they leave
A sea of fetid rumors
As they ride across the skyline on
A secret trail of lies
Wanderers and nomads have gone
To see their chieftains
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 found some words beneath
A stones in Zimbabwe
I heard a distant drum song
In the jungles of Zaire
The blood-moon spoke of war in
The mountains of Malawi
But I never found the Lion of Ethiopia
Wanderers and nomads have gone
To see their chieftains
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
To see their chieftains
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 Zimbabwe
I'm searching for a drum song
In the jungles of Zaire
I'm groping for the blood-moon in
The mountains of Malawi
Looking for the Lion of Ethiopia
The settling dusk is darkened by
The bark of the baboon
The frogs and the owls no
Longer call to the moon
The warlords have gathered
Blue smoke hiss from teeth of chrome
And the baobab trembles in
The boiling blood-loam
The fireplace is broken and
The grinding stone too
It's million pieces flung across
The plains of Africa it's dusty fragments
A seed from which grows
The memory of a debt that only
You and I will know
Wanderers and nomads have gone
To see their chieftains
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
Seven seasoned soldiers have been
Summoned from Saigon
A craven walkie talkie puts
Their bloodshot armor on
Some drink beer milk, some drink kinky-kola
Sheep dogs live in Outeniqua
Gun dogs in Angola
Flames lick the corners of
Each hungry horseman's smile
They have locusts in their scabbards
And deserts in their eyes
Passing through the air they leave
A sea of fetid rumors
As they ride across the skyline on
A secret trail of lies
Wanderers and nomads have gone
To see their chieftains
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 found some words beneath
A stones in Zimbabwe
I heard a distant drum song
In the jungles of Zaire
The blood-moon spoke of war in
The mountains of Malawi
But I never found the Lion of Ethiopia
Wanderers and nomads have gone
To see their chieftains
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