The Fever Tree şarkı sözleri

Now the mourners file in Let the ceremony begin Unlock the rape gate To your childhood country To the slow-hand war Their wrath has made scavengers of us all And stripped us of our pride An honorable fall Their wrath has reduced us to thieves Once and for all Now your clouds are aching Aching with rain Your laws are brown with age And so I lay, shivering in the wet shade Of the Fever Tree, all pale With the waste of it all We all felt Rhodesia's youth Ebbing away Leopard crawling in the dust and thorns Leopard crawling in the dust and thorns Leopard crawling in the dust and thorns Leopard crawling in the dust and thorns