Stephen's Kingdom کے بول

Kinshasa, beirut, maranhao A final salute to three fine soldiers As their daddies had been As their sons would after them Forgive me, my father But the cause is lost And no one´s left to win it back We have emptied the fountain Pulled the last of the gold from the mountain Farewell now soweto I will remember the rest of my days A paraffin moon Distant fire A weary platoon on watch ´til morning Too frightened to sleep To even take a breath too deep Too young to remember How it came to pass that back became The enemy We have drunk from the fountain Lined our pockets with gold from The mountain Farewell now soweto And goodbye africa To the sound of rifle and drum Stephens´s kingdom has come And has overcome There´s no power like the might Of tomorrow´s dream Sound the rifle and drum Stephen´s kingdom has come And they will be done There´s no conquering the might Of tomorrow´s dream Kinshasa, beirut, maranhao A final salute to three fine soldiers As their daddies had been As their sons would after them Forgive me, my father But the cause is lost And no one´s left to win it back We have emptied the fountain Pulled the last of the gold from The mountain Farewell now soweto And goodbye africa To the sound of rifle and drum Stephens´s kingdom has come And has overcome There´s no power like the might Of tomorrow´s dream Sound the rifle and drum Stephen´s kingdom has come And they will be done There´s no conquering the might Of tomorrow´s dream There´s no conquering the might Of tomorrow´s dream