Many tales I ve heard of the soap stone bird, so I went along to see,
The acropolis and the passages and the temple masonry
But it all looked so familiar, like I ve been there once before
I felt my mind slipping back in time and when I saw him then I knew for sure
He came down the stairs in his courtiers and a soldier left and right
And his burnished golden bangles gave off a mystic kind of light
His eyes were black and they took me back as they bored into my soul
And then the smile and we spoke a while of the medieval days of old
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And the peace of mind and the quietness were the things I loved the most
As I sat reminiscing with the old Zimbabwe Ghost
Those were the days my son we were rich my son Independent wise and free
form horizon to horizon our riches held the key
But then they came in love sweet name to our bastion in the sky
And just like the ways of the world today for the cause of greed to die
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And the peace of mind and the quietness were the things I loved the most
As I sat reminiscing with the old Zimbabwe Ghost
Then suddenly the reality of the day was all around
And the footprints were the ancient stood were fading in ground
I was misty eyed as again I died and the people stopped to stare
As I watched my host the Zimbabwe Ghost go melting in the air
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And the peace of mind and the quietness were the things I loved the most
As I sat reminiscing with the old Zimbabwe Ghost