I did read through the whole thread, Penny, just to be sure that I couldn't, in fact, find the tune to click on ... and I was right, I couldn't [although maybe it's a difference between European and Texan computer applications?]. I learned this one from my dad, who'd been a Rhodes Scholar in the early '50s; he sang it for my high school [oh, the mortification] along with a lot of other "international" songs at some "international" function we had. Small high school, and my dad was VP of the University that comprised an undergraduate college, a theological seminary, and a college-prep high school -- so he got dragooned [like he didn't LOVE it] into performing around the town quite often. ANYway, the lyrics we were treated to, on top of a mountain in Tennessee, were:
Here he come, the Zulu warrior Here he come, the Zulu chief [Chief, chief, chief]
We never heard another verse -- probably because Daddy couldn't remember any others! But he also sang whatever else he could think of that either had a country or city name in it ["Managua, Nicaragua is a beautiful place ...", "I love Paris in the springtime..." -- he did manage to get through that entire song -- etc.], although for the most part he had to vamp a lot! We had a not-inconsiderable "international student" contingent out of the 150 enrollment, so he had to be creative. I'm not certain how much pleasure the foreign -- or even local -- students derived from his performance, but the faculty members certainly sucked it up ... or at least sucked up to him! (He was their second-in-command boss, after all ...) So that's how I found y'all ... pity I STILL haven't found the tune to see if Daddy's memory for the music was any better than it was for lyrics!