I can't forget you my little Mushanga

I keep a place in my heart for you

The days of waiting they keep getting longer

And not a thing I can do

I was a poet, a magazine writer

Sent to report on political views

It was by chance through a lens that I met you

A Capetown girl with no shoes



You were runnin' down the road

I was going your way

I stopped and turned around to lent you my hand

You smiled though you were suffering

I didn't understand, then



You broke into my heart

I saw your eyes and then I knew

You broke into my heart

Like the wind and rain that followed you

You broke into my heart

Had the Lord above forgotten you?

You broke in from the start

And all my tears belong to you



Mushanga, oh, Mushanga, oh



I sat and watched as she danced by the fires

Through ancient songs did the tale unfold

They sang of diamonds that came from their mountains

The loss of lives mining white man's gold



I had to leave and go back to Manhattan

Where all my stories are bought and sold

I know the city would surely be saddened

If what I knew could be told



You were runnin' down the road

I was going your way

I stopped and turned around to lent you my hand

You smiled though you were suffering

I didn't understand, then



It's been so long since I last heard your laughter

So many letters and still no news

I hope you find all the things that you're after

You know my heart is with you



You were runnin' down the road

I was going your way

I stopped and turned around to lent you my hand

You smiled though you were suffering

I didn't understand, then



You broke into my heart

I saw your eyes and then I knew

You broke into my heart

Like the wind and rain that followed you

You broke into my heart

Had the Lord above forgotten you?

You broke into my heart

I saw your eyes and then I knew



You broke in from the start

And all my tears belong to you



Mushanga, oh, Mushanga, oh

Mushanga, oh, Mushanga, oh

Mushanga, oh, Mushanga, oh

Mushanga, oh, Mushanga, oh