(J. Clegg) [Chorus:] Asimbonanga (we have not seen him) Asimbonang' umandela thina (we have not seen mandela) Laph'ekhon (in the place where he is)
(P. Gabriel) September '77 Port Elizabeth - Sonnenschein In Sechs-Eins-Neun endlich Ruhe Nur ein Stuhl ging aus dem Leim Oh Biko, Biko, because Biko
(M. Knopfler) These mist covered mountains Are a home now for me But my home is the lowlands And always will be Some day you'll return to Your valleys
(L. Moman, D. Penn) Take me to heart And I will love you And nobody can make me do wrong But take me for granted Leaving love unshown It makes the
(Joan Baez) Can you find another star to dream on The summer's coming to an end Say goodbye to all your wandering friends And lovers, casual confidants
(Traditional, arr. by J. Baez) Let us break bread together on our knees, (on our knees) Let us break bread together on our knees. (on our knees) When
(Hewson, Evans, Mullen, Clayton) Sleep Sleep tonight And may your dreams Be realized If the thunder cloud Passes rain So let it rain Rain down on me
(Joan Baez) Recently it all came back to me Somebody promised us roses We slid by for awhile on dreams But today I see what's only a memory Of a decade
(J. Webb) See her how she flies Golden sails across the sky Close enough to touch But careful if you try Though she looks as warm as gold The moon's
(Traditional) Oh free dom, oh free dom, Oh free dom over me, And bef ore I'll be a slave, I'll be buried in my grave, And go home to my Lord And be
Traduzione: Joan Baez. Recentemente.
: (Joan Baez) Recently it all came back to me Somebody promised us roses We slid by for awhile on dreams But today I see what's only a memory Of a decade
: (J. Webb) See her how she flies Golden sails across the sky Close enough to touch But careful if you try Though she looks as warm as gold The moon
: (Traditional, arr. by J. Baez) Let us break bread together on our knees, (on our knees) Let us break bread together on our knees. (on our knees) When
: (Joan Baez) Can you find another star to dream on The summer's coming to an end Say goodbye to all your wandering friends And lovers, casual confidants
: (M. Knopfler) These mist covered mountains Are a home now for me But my home is the lowlands And always will be Some day you'll return to Your valleys
