Shhh…. I think South Africa's calling.
I think I hear Her hum.
It was only two months ago that I heard Her
Delicate song sung.
My love, O South Africa, what foreign tongues you teach.
There is not a translator,
Not one alive,
Who could interpret each tongue you speak.
Xhosa, Zulu, and English make music on your soil.
Though two languages are indigenous
The other,
It's…
Foreign from them all.
O my love South Africa, I am returning to you at last.
S-i-x percent of me
Heard you calling
Have we met… sometime in my past?
Though I can't make out your exact words
I know just what they say
Your warm embrace holds me
And sings to me your prayer for each day:
Nkosi sikelel' iAfrika
Maluphakanyisw' uphondo lwayo…
Lord Bless Africa
May her glory be lifted high
And, I know
I'll never forget you South Africa
To you, ill always return home.
Because
Somewhere in South Africa
Somewhere deep in South Africa
Somewhere within someone in South Africa
I left
The musical part of my soul.
- Nkosi's Haven, Johannesburg, South Africa... A little girl gave me a song and I, unknowingly, gave her my heart -