Johnny Clegg & Savuka - Mama Shabalala Lyrics
An old lady walking down the dusty farm roadLooking for a simple homeShe doesnt want anything extremely smartAnd she doesnt need a telephoneShes the child of a refugee running from the zulu warLiving from hand to mouth, dodging the wrong arm of the lawShes old and shes bent, her eyes can hardly seeAnd shes going home forever to weenen countyChorusUhamba njalo wemashabalaUkhumbula ku-phi?Uhamba njalo wemashabalaUkhumbula ku-phi wena?Ukhumbula ku-phi wena?Uthwala nzima wemashabalalaIya-phi indlela?Uthwala nzima wemashabalalaIya-phi indlela?Izinto zomhlabaIzinto zomhlabaShes built more homes than fingers on her handsA sharecroppers wife living on county crown landAnd then they wrested the harvest from the land and its lordsAnd when her man died she could cry no more tearsAnd she had lost everything that she ever had to loseSo she picks up her walking stick and puts on her car-tyre shoesAnd shes walking in a dream listening for that special soundThe echo of the plough whip over weenen county groundWeenen county you took my man she saysYou took my home, you took my landYou left me all alone - now Im coming home.Weenen county in the springtimeHadedas on the wingBlue morningBlue morningRepeat chorus and fade out
