An old lady walking down the dusty farm road
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Looking for a simple home
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She doesn't want anything extremely smart
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And she doesn't need a telephone
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She's the child of a refugee running from the Zulu war
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Living from hand to mouth, dodging the wrong arm of the law
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She's old and she's bent, her eyes can hardly see
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And she's going home forever to Weenen County
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Chorus
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Uhamba njalo wemaShabala
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Ukhumbula ku-phi?
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Uhamba njalo wemaShabala
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Ukhumbula ku-phi wena?
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Ukhumbula ku-phi wena?
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Uthwala 'nzima wemaShabalala
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Iya-phi indlela?
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Uthwala 'nzima wemaShabalala
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Iya-phi indlela?
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Izinto zomhlaba
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Izinto zomhlaba
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She's built more homes than fingers on her hands
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A sharecropper's wife living on County Crown land
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And then they wrested the harvest from the land and its lords
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And when her man died she could cry no more tears
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And she had lost everything that she ever had to lose
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So she picks up her walking stick and puts on her car-tyre shoes
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And she's walking in a dream listening for that special sound
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The echo of the plough whip over Weenen County ground
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"Weenen County you took my man" she says
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"You took my home, you took my land
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You left me all alone - now I'm coming home."
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Weenen County in the springtime
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Hadeda's on the wing
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Blue morning
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Blue morning
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Repeat chorus and fade out
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Mama Shabalala
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Johnny Clegg & Savuka |