Talking Thoughts

It was lonely in the ark
We used to listen to back city sisters
To think about the gumboot dancers and the penny whistlers
We would try and walk and talk like the guys and the girls back home
We would long for all the different languages

Only the body was gone but soul remained
Everybody asked us when we came back
They said you going back there
We said well we never really left
Because everything that happened to the folks
Happened to us it's good to be back home

Lalala lalala iyeho (peace he peace)
Lalala lalala iyeho (peace he peace)

Omama uyajabula ma
Mangibuy' ekhaya ehe umama uyajabula
Habari mangwan waidumela hakebuyela hae
Hae bare mama uyajabula