Stephen's Kingdom

Kinshasa, beirut, maranhao

A final salute to three fine soldiers

As their daddies had been

As their sons would after them

Forgive me, my father

But the cause is lost

And no one´s left to win it back

We have emptied the fountain

Pulled the last of the gold from the mountain

Farewell now soweto

I will remember the rest of my days

A paraffin moon

Distant fire

A weary platoon on watch ´til morning

Too frightened to sleep

To even take a breath too deep

Too young to remember

How it came to pass that back became

The enemy

We have drunk from the fountain

Lined our pockets with gold from

The mountain

Farewell now soweto

And goodbye africa

To the sound of rifle and drum

Stephens´s kingdom has come

And has overcome

There´s no power like the might

Of tomorrow´s dream

Sound the rifle and drum

Stephen´s kingdom has come

And they will be done

There´s no conquering the might

Of tomorrow´s dream

Kinshasa, beirut, maranhao

A final salute to three fine soldiers

As their daddies had been

As their sons would after them

Forgive me, my father

But the cause is lost

And no one´s left to win it back

We have emptied the fountain

Pulled the last of the gold from

The mountain

Farewell now soweto

And goodbye africa

To the sound of rifle and drum

Stephens´s kingdom has come

And has overcome

There´s no power like the might

Of tomorrow´s dream

Sound the rifle and drum

Stephen´s kingdom has come

And they will be done

There´s no conquering the might

Of tomorrow´s dream

There´s no conquering the might

Of tomorrow´s dream