The Fever Tree

Now the mourners file in

Let the ceremony begin

Unlock the rape gates

To your childhood country

To the slow hand of war

Their wrath has made scavengers of us all

And stripped us of our pride

And honourable fall

Their wrath has reduced us to thieves

Once and for all

Now your clouds are aching

Aching with rain

Your laws are brown with age

And so are they shivering in the wet shade

Of the fever tree all pale

With the waste of it all

We all felt Rhodesia's youth ebbing away

Leopard crawling in the dust and thorn

Leopard crawling in the dust and thorn

Leopard crawling in the dust and thorn

Leopard crawling in the dust and thorn