Letras
In the mountain kingdom of Lesotho
I drank from a river of virtue
The face of my mother appeared
Swallowed the sun with my tears
Fields invisible to progress
A man works hard for what a man gets
Shaking his palm with a moon choir
Resting his heart in desire
Drink my child drink your fill
Drink it wild drink until
Your waters run
Your waters run
When the trees grow slim with the sunlight
And the beasts stand straight for a fistfight
Then turn for the hills of your homeland
Where the stars are the ghosts of the damned
And this river this hollow-eyed skeleton
He cries with death around the edge of him
Turns muscle and bone into miracle
Water to wine until
Drink my child drink your fill
Drink it wild drink until
Drink my child drink your fill
Drink it wild drink until
Your waters run
Your waters run
Your waters run
Your waters run
Roll up the light of your morning
Sink it inside all your stories
Basotho the ground you were born in
Is bound up in African glory
Roll up the light of your morning
Sink it inside all your stories
Basotho the ground you were born in
Is bound up in African glory
Drink my child drink your fill
Drink it wild drink until
Drink my child drink your fill
Drink it wild drink until
Your waters run
Your waters run
Your waters run
Your waters run