Requiem for Rhodesia 

 (Intro)

A silent vigil of dreams fulfilled, then destroyed by a greed and corruption pill. Ode to Rhodesia with silent core, we need to be heard, all the more. (Verse 1) The twilight falls across the plain, The scent of woods moke and the rain. A leather saddle, worn and old, A quiet tale that must be told. The stars emerge above the crest, Where weary riders stop to rest. (Chorus) And the veld remembers every name, The flickering of an old flame. Carry the memory, hold the line, Through the passage of changing time. (Verse 2) The red earth holds the track we made, Beneath the msasa's quiet shade. The heavy air, the steady stride, With the old companions by our side. We count the cost of what we keep, While shadows in the valley sleep. (Chorus) And the veld remembers every name, The flickering of an old flame. Carry the memory, hold the line, Through the passage of changing time. (Verse 3) A single spark against the night, To keep the fading truth alight. We write the stories of the past, A heritage designed to last. The bond of brothers, strong and true, In skies of deep and endless blue. (Bridge) Though the years may turn the page, We guard the truth of our heritage. A lonely vigil, brave and bright, Against the coming of the night. (Chorus) And the veld remembers every name, The flickering of an old flame. Carry the memory, hold the line, Through the passage of changing time. (Outro) Raise the Colours beneath the sun, The duty kept, the journey run. The silence falls, the embers stay, Guiding us through the coming day.