Johnny Clegg - High Country

There's a girl who lives in the high country
Where the willows do not weep
And the rain falls softly and gently
And does not disturb her sleep
There's a girl who lives in the high country
Who lives on tea and dreams
And I know that she does not love me
But she plays the game so well
"Sit by my side and tell me boy
Is the Milky Way that far? Is the universe really expanding?
Tell me who you are?"
I am a bondsman - a poor man
I am a ghettoman - I am a thief
Who saw the gutterman who has no compassion
Who heard the widow who cannot weep In the backstreets, in the poor towns
I hear a thunder which cannot roll
Mine are the eyes that steal from the orphanage
A groveller, groping in the grime
Inside is a Congo-jungle-beast-lion-leopard-man
A tiger-man from Timbuktu
Even a lover-man strutting down the avenue
A winding river searching for the sea...
And she said that she understood me
She thought I was complex and sensitive
"Here" she said, "hold my hand,
And have a muffin!"
"Do you see the clouds boy?
Do you see the ship?