Rhodesia will forever be remembered

[lone]

RIP to my fallen great grandfather. A soldier who died for the motherland.

 

[lone]

Lyrics
The Msasas are Turning to gold and to red.
In the light of the sun they're like fires.
When the winter has gone and time has moved on,
The memory will never grow tired.
When we were first joined, she'd walk in the fields,
Gathering the sunshine with her eyes.
With her hair flowing long, she'd listen to my songs
and give me all the love she couldn't hide.
The Msasas are Turning to gold and to red.
In the light of the sun (hmm, hmm, hmm) they're like fires.
When the winter has gone and time has moved on,
The memory will never grow tired.
In the long winter nights we'd sit round the stove
sharing a smoke or a beer.
We'd talk till the morning came into the room and it felt good,
knowing she was so near.
The Msasas are Turning to gold and to red.
In the light of the sun they're like fires.
When the winter has gone and time has moved on,
The memory will never be tired.
She taught me to live and she taught me to love
She told me bout Spring and September
She showed me the good times. She taught me to laugh.
She showed me how to rememeber.
The Msasas are Turning to gold and to red.
In the light of the sun they're like fires.
When the winter has gone and time has moved on,
The memory will never grow tired.

 

[Disappointed]

RIP to my fallen great grandfather. A soldier who died for the motherland.

f*ck you cra*ker. Rhodesia is dead and will never exist again.

 

[lone]

f*ck you cra*ker. Rhodesia is dead and will never exist again.

Shut it. He did more for his country than you ever will.