I got this in an e-mail from Girl Friday. Thanks a lot for sending this!
-Joe Offer-
KILIMANJARO ROAD COMPOSER UNKNOWN
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Walking along by the side of a pack-horse, underneath the African sky,
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The road it was dusty, the sun it was hot, the coconut trees they grew high,
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The shining bodies of six black men, bearing their heavy loads.
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Twenty-five miles from Kimweze on the Kilimanjaro Road
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Five days travelling out from the bush and five days back again,
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The soles of my feet they started to blister. My body was bent with pain.
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And I longed for the journey to come to an end, but the point on the compass showed,
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We were twenty-five miles from Kimweze on the Kilimanjaro Road
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Well the dust from the road it would cause me to cough and the bugs would cause me to swear,
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My throat was so dry and I longed for some water but we'd got little to spare,
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I'd look back down to the road to Heroosha where the river Pangani flowed,
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But we were twenty-five miles from Kimweze on the Kilimanjaro Road
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By the side of the road were the huts made of mud, with bamboos stuck in the ground,
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I gazed at the sky, and I saw that the vultures were hungrily circling around.
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We passed the farmers at work in the field, praying for the crops they sowed,
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Twenty-five miles from Kimweze on the Kilimanjaro Road.
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But hour by hour, and little by little, we came a bit nearer the town
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Evening approached and that African sun started at last to go down,
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Our bodies all covered in dust and sweat, the strain of the journey showed,
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The last twenty-five miles from Kimweze on the Kilimanjaro Road.