The Dust of Africa

Lyrics
[Verse 1] The dust of Africa is still in my throat The dust of Africa is still in my throat As I follow trucks on an unpaved road Many black-skinned men as part of the load Through the endless miles of the barren Caru From the diamond mines and the garden route There is a wealth that's there that is never shared And the women stand by the side of the road And the children know what they are not told [Verse 2] The dust of Africa is still in my throat As I climb this mount of ancient stone And the cape, the town that is spread benеath Cradle of our civilization's grief And the bachеlor and the bride to be And the purloined fruit from the garden of Eve There is a banishment that goes unseen That rocks the cradle, that rocks the boat The dust of Africa is still in my throat [Verse 3] The dust of Africa is still in my throat In the airport lounge it is time to go And the silent sound of the shanty town Is a powder keg and a thousand rounds And the children of the Brits and of the Boers Are fighting over forgotten wars And I'm puzzling over pieces that overlap And a blonde-haired girl with a plane to catch Is asking me if I have a match [Outro] The dust of Africa is still in my throat The dust of Africa is still in my throat The dust of Africa is still in my throat The dust of Africa is still in my throat The dust of Africa is still in my throat The dust of Africa is still in my throat The dust of Africa is still in my throat The dust of Africa is still in my throat
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Credits
- Writers
- Jack Hardy