Look at all her people
Look at them dance, look at them laugh
Singing a song
They make like happy children
Wearing friendly faces
Everyone knows, everyone knows they belong
Where they belong
Capetown, I'm drowning in your beauty
Capetown, but my hearts not feeling nicely
Capetown, angel black, white sin
Capetown, there's a shadow on your mountain
Capetown, there's a flaw in your sparkle
Capetown, there's a crying at your crossroads
Let me in, let me in, let me in
The rush of silky color
The sound of Dixie Banjos
Mongrel melodies in quarter tones
Streets of Malay marchers
Hatted in their feathers
The lilt, the lilt of xhosa Saxophones, xhosa saxophones
Capetown, there's a hole at the heart of you
A hole where district six used to be
Capetown, now brown ghosts are dancing
To be free, oh to be free
Capetown, there's an island in your ocean
Capetown, where black blood is running
Capetown, hear the voices calling from your sea
You belong to me, oh you belong to me, hmm
Tidy whitewashed houses
Sprays of wild flowers
The heart and soul of gentility
The vineyards, and the orchards
Warm white sandy beaches
Old and graceful luxury
Capetown, they're squatting in your desert
Capetown, in shanties made of plastic
Capetown exiles in your homeland
Capetown, struggling with your reason
Capetown, holding back your madness
Capetown, it's a bitter fruit you harvest
Capetown, oh, oh
Capetown I'm drowning in your beauty
Capetown, but my hearts not feeling nicely
Capetown, angel black, white as sin
Capetown there's a shadow on your mountain
Capetown, there's a flaw in your sparkle
Capetown, there's a crying at your crossroads
Let me in, let me in, let me in
Capetown, it's a bitter fruit you harvest
Capetown, let me in, ah let me in
Capetown you belong to me,
Capetown you belong to me
She sparkles like a diamond Look at all her people Look at them dance, look at them laugh Singing a song They make like happy children Wearing friendly faces Everyone knows, everyone knows they belong Where they belong Capetown, I'm drowning in your beauty Capetown, but my hearts not feeling nicely Capetown, angel black, white sin Capetown, there's a shadow on your mountain Capetown, there's a flaw in your sparkle Capetown, there's a crying at your crossroads Let me in, let me in, let me in The rush of silky color The sound of Dixie Banjos Mongrel melodies in quarter tones Streets of Malay marchers Hatted in their feathers The lilt, the lilt of xhosa Saxophones, xhosa saxophones Capetown, there's a hole at the heart of you A hole where district six used to be Capetown, now brown ghosts are dancing To be free, oh to be free Capetown, there's an island in your ocean Capetown, where black blood is running Capetown, hear the voices calling from your sea You belong to me, oh you belong to me, hmm Tidy whitewashed houses Sprays of wild flowers The heart and soul of gentility The vineyards, and the orchards Warm white sandy beaches Old and graceful luxury Capetown, they're squatting in your desert Capetown, in shanties made of plastic Capetown exiles in your homeland Capetown, struggling with your reason Capetown, holding back your madness Capetown, it's a bitter fruit you harvest Capetown, oh, oh Capetown I'm drowning in your beauty Capetown, but my hearts not feeling nicely Capetown, angel black, white as sin Capetown there's a shadow on your mountain Capetown, there's a flaw in your sparkle Capetown, there's a crying at your crossroads Let me in, let me in, let me in Capetown, it's a bitter fruit you harvest Capetown, let me in, ah let me in Capetown you belong to me, Capetown you belong to me Explain Request ×
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