Mushanga

I can't forget you, my little Mushanga, I keep a place in my heart for you The days of waiting, they keep getting longer, and not a thing I can do I was a poet, a magazine writer, sent to report on political views It was by chance, through a lens that I met you, a Kingston girl with no shoes Chorus: You were runnin' down the road, I was going your way You stopped and turned around, and lent you my hand You smiled though you were suffering, I didn't understand, then You broke into my heart, I saw your eyes and then I knew You broke into my heart, like the wind and rain that followed you You broke into my heart, had the Lord above forgotten you? You broke in from the start, and all my tears belong to you Mushanga, oh, Mushanga, oh I sat and watched as she danced by the fires Through ancient songs did the tale unfold They sang of diamonds that came from their mountains And loss of lives mining white man's gold I had to leave and go back to Manhattan Where all my stories are bought and sold I know the city would surely be saddened, if what I knew could be told It's been so long since I last heard your laughter So many letters and still no news I hope you find all the things that you're after You know my heart is with you Chorus Mushanga, oh, Mushanga, oh (repeats 3x)