Mushanga

<br>I can`t forget you, my little Mushanga, I keep a place in my heart for you<br>The days of waiting, they keep getting longer, and not a thing I can do<br>I was a poet, a magazine writer, sent to report on political views<br>It was by chance, through a lens that I met you, a Kingston girl with no shoes<br><br><br>Chorus:<br>You were runnin` down the road, I was going your way<br>You stopped and turned around, and lent you my hand<br>You smiled though you were suffering, I didn`t understand, then<br>You broke into my heart, I saw your eyes and then I knew<br>You broke into my heart, like the wind and rain that followed you<br>You broke into my heart, had the Lord above forgotten you?<br>You broke in from the start, and all my tears belong to you<br>Mushanga, oh, Mushanga, oh<br><br><br>I sat and watched as she danced by the fires<br>Through ancient songs did the tale unfold<br>They sang of diamonds that came from their mountains<br>And loss of lives mining white man`s gold<br><br><br>I had to leave and go back to Manhattan<br>Where all my stories are bought and sold<br>I know the city would surely be saddened, if what I knew could be told<br><br><br>It`s been so long since I last heard your laughter<br>So many letters and still no news<br>I hope you find all the things that you`re after<br>You know my heart is with you<br><br><br>Chorus<br><br><br>Mushanga, oh, Mushanga, oh (repeats 3x)