John Edmond - The Old Zimbabwe Ghost

Many tales I've heard of the soapstone bird
So I went along to see
The Acropolis and the passages
In the temple masonry

But it all looked so familiar
Like I'd been there once before
I felt my mind slipping back in time
And when I saw him then I knew for sure

He came down the stairs with his courtiers
And a soldier left and right
And his burnished golden bangles
Gave off a mystic kind of light

His eyes were black and they took me back
As they bored into my soul
And then the smile and we spoke awhile
About the mediaeval days of old

But the peace of mind and the quietness
Were the things I loved the most
As I sat reminiscing
With the old Zimbabwe ghost

When the world was young we were rich, my son
Independent, wise and free
From horizon to horizon
Our riches held the key

And then they came in love's sweet name
To our bastion in the sky,
And just like the way of the world today
For the cause of greed to die

But the peace of mind and the quietness
Were the things I love the most
As I sat reminiscing
With the old Zimbabwe ghost

Then suddenly the reality of today was all around
And the footprints where the ancients stood
Were fading in the ground
I was misty-eyed as again I died
And the people stopped to stare
As I watched my host, the Zimbabwe ghost
Go melting in the air

But the peace of mind and the quietness
Were the things I love the most
As I sat reminiscing
With the old Zimbabwe ghost

But the peace of mind and the quietness
Were the things I love the most
As I sat reminiscing
With the old Zimbabwe ghost

Written by:
JOHN EDMOND

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