作词 : Jérôme Reuter
 作曲 : Jérôme Reuter
Oh you, my lowland brother
What did we really know of each other
They had seen to it that we were kept apart
Oh you, my lowland brother
When did we lose each other
For you were but a boy with the freedom of falcons in is heart
When did we know that we were on the wrong side
That this war had always been just a matter of pride
When did we notice the one with the land we loved
You'll cry within your heaven above
This is no time for amnesia
And what glue would hold us together now
If not the soil of Rhodesia
Rhodesia still lies in all the slain wild beasts
And in the wind of the cotton land still in their lungs
And their sightless eyes of a honeydew sun
Now we're sleeping in circles
On the stones of silverstream
Under nectar-weeping trees
Through blood-curdling screams
This call for the great divide
It felt like an end to pride
A country dead before the seizure
A country denied
Rhodesia
Rhodesia still lies in all the slain wild beasts
And in the wind of the cotton land still in their lungs
And their sightless eyes of a honeydew sun
Now we're sleeping in circles
On the stones of silverstream
Under nectar-weeping trees
Through blood-curdling screams
This call for the great divide
It felt like an end to pride
A country dead before the seizure
A country denied