In the process of looking for TSHOTSHOLOSA, I found this gem.
-Joe Offer-

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SINGING THE SPIRIT HOME
(Eric Bogle)

1 They came for him in the morning, an hour before dawning
The pale white moon was waning in the African sky
The cell door flew wide open, and they stood looking at him
He saw no mercy in their hearts, no pity in their eyes.

2 As they took him and they bound him, tied his trembling hands behind him
He felt his courage leave him, his manhood disappear
His legs would not support him, so from the cell they dragged him
He sobbed and screamed and cursed them in his loneliness and fear.

CHORUS
Chains, chains, chains
How many souls have died in freedom's name
To some it is a way of life, to others just a word
To some it is a snow-white dove, to some a bloody sword
Until the last chains fall
Freedom will make slaves of us all.


3 With faces closed and hidden the white guards walked beside him
Indifferent to his pleading, they'd been down this path before
But other eyes were watching, other ears were listening,
Other hearts beat with him in his final desperate hour
CHORUS

4 From the darkness of that prison came the sound of his brothers singing
"Courage" their voices told him "You do not walk alone"
From their cells beyond the shadow, he heard their voices echo
As in love and pride and sorrow they sang his spirit home
CHORUS

5 Their song of hope and freedom rang inside that prison
It beat against the iron bars and hammered at the stone
As in their fear and hate they hung him, the last sound that filled his being
Was his brothers singing, singing, singing his spirit home
CHORUS

ends with singing of TSHOTSHOLOSA

Copyright 1986, Larrikin Music

Source: The Eric Bogle Songbook

Recordings on Dramtreeo 3, and on Bogle's "By Request"

@Africa @prison
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