Lyrics

[Intro] It's called Namaqualand, after the Nama people, the bushman of long ago And it's a part of our planet, unlike any place else Heat blasted, frostbitten and windblown But the Nama knew this land had a secret The tenacity of the life, that hides between it's stones They knew, that the land could awaken, and blossom into a paradise of flowers [Verse] Cottongrass, willow buds, little buds Midsummer clouds below, above White doves over ponds, below minnows grub Fish spawns, water lilies, slimy slugs Timely bees buzzеd, the season of love Sunbirds And pеrhaps the bushmen knew, that the glory of the spectacle in some years Outshines all others One word, undisturbed, through the grasslands Superb, through the suburbs Water dew condenses then trickle down into the roots Moles make the soil more aloose They dig holes and coils and loops At night the owl hoots, while the flowers talk in groups Pollen from flowers and Shaolin A remote island, silt coming from the smoke from mountains "Yesterday I spoke to the falcon He had a rabbit in his talons I said, why so much violence" The falcon said, "Silence For nature itself must have balance" "True, but we get our sustenance from the sun My petals are succulent, I sit amongst rock where rivers run" Daisy, chinese rose, orchid, parrot flower, it's getting cold Billion and billion of years old Water makes us grow, we are patches, we are rose Divine order, the lifeline to the vine of the orchid Today I'm a flower, tomorrow I'm a forest Out big brothers make Guatemalan chocolate The falcon turned to me and said, "I am Horus" And we said, "Peace be onto you, for we are the lotus" As the praying mantis emerged from of this petal "Hocus pocus, stay focused, I was waiting for grasshopper or locust We are life and death" Flower [Outro] This is not snow, but sharp quartz petals in the Knersvlakte region The word means, 'gnashing of teeth' And perhaps was inspired by the grinding of the early trekkers' ox wagon wheels As they crossed this desolation in the sixteen hunderds