street fighting years And I hear great wheels are turning And I tell you not to fear They say this is the time and place They call street fighting years
: Go tell it on the mountain Like it burst forth like a fountain Try to shake the deep foundations of this land High up on lover's land They got hotel
: Love gives me poetry Stays up all night and puts a curse on me Oh anything you want Turn around and I'll take you there I know it's going to be Take
: So let it all come, let it all come down Let it all come, let it all come down Sweet tears roll like a river from your eyes Get close let's sleep tonight
: This is your land It's the way it was planned Sky to the sea, something to see Old ancient town, to the old people ground I wanna know, something to
: September '77 Port Elizabeth weather fine It was business as usual In police room 619 Oh Biko, Biko, because Biko Oh Biko, Biko, because Biko Hiromija
blood, All the girls are crying but all's not lost. The streets are empty, the streets are cold. Won't you come on home, won't you come on home? The streets
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: It was 25 years they take that man away Now the freedom moves in closer every day Wipe the tears down from your saddened eyes They say Mandela's free
rhythm Listen to the beat It has a cold wind blowing Up through the street Soul crying out People crying out In through the valleys In through the streets
the blind man sings about the peaceful things You shout that it's still not enough So listen to me darling They've got worries they've got troubles on their mind
's flesh and blood All the girls are crying but all's not lost The streets are empty, the streets are cold Won't you come on home? Come on home The streets
September '77 Port Elizabeth weather fine It was business as usual In police room 619 Oh Biko, Biko, because Biko Oh Biko, Biko, because Biko Hiromija
Love gives me poetry Stays up all night And puts a curse on me Oh, anything you want Turn around and I'll take you there I know it's going to be Take
It was 25 years they take that man away Now the freedom moves in closer every day Wipe the tears down from your saddened eyes They say Mandela's free,
So let it all come, let it all come down Let it all come, let it all come down Sweet tears roll like a river from your eyes Get close, let's sleep tonight
street fighting years And I hear great wheels are turning And I tell you not to fear And they say this is the time and place They call street fighting
rhythm, listen to the beat It has a cold wind blowing up through the street Soul crying out People crying out In through the valleys in through the streets
