Nakhane - The Dead

Well, there’s one
They are grey-eyed I’m sure
They open and close doors
Then feed me in the evening
When I’m breaking my fast

I’m walking on the balls of my feet
In the cold to meet you
I wish I had shoes on

I’m walking on the balls of my feet
In the cold
Oh, how I wish I had shoes on

Well, this time
I’m gonna love them unceasingly
Sing hallelujah sort of willingly
And dance in front of God like David did

I’m walking on the balls of my feet
In the cold to meet you
I wish I had shoes on

I’m walking on the balls of my feet
In the cold
How I wish I had shoes on

I’m walking on the balls of my feet
In the cold to meet you
I wish I had shoes on

I’m walking on the balls of my feet
In the cold
I wish I had shoes on

I wish I had shoes on
I wish I had shoes on

Written by:
NAKHANE MAHLAKAHLAKA

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