The Hills of Ixopo

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Frank Roane - Pop, Broadway

The Hills of Ixopo

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[LEADER] There is a lovely road that runs from Ixopo into the hills These hills are grass covered and rolling And they are lovely beyond any singing of it About you there is grass and bracken And you may hear the forlorn crying of the titihoya bird The grass of the veld is rich and matted You cannot see the soil The grass holds the rain and mist They seep into the ground Feeding the streams in ev'ry clove The clove is cool, and green And lovely beyond any singing of it [ANSWERER, spoken] But sing now about the lower hills [LEADER] Where you stand the grass is rich and matted But thе rich green hills break down They fall to the vallеy below And falling change For they grow red and bare They cannot hold the rain and mist The streams run dry in the cloves Too many cattle feed on the grass It is not kept or guarded or cared for It no longer keeps men, guards men, cares for men The titihoya cries here no more The great red hills stand desolate And the earth has torn away like flesh These are the valleys of old men and old women Of mothers and children The men are away The young men and the girls are away The soil cannot keep them any more

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Writers
  • Kurt Weill
  • Maxwell Anderson