Follow me to my motherland,
Where everything you see is divine,
Pack your belongings and take my hand,
And i promise that forever you will be mine,
The beauty of the smiling flowers,
and the soothing taste of homemade pineapple wine,
Will slow these rushing hours,
The running fountain stream across my village,
There is where we will wait for the the sun to shine,
Then then the violet twilight morn will make you forget the mileage,
Please let me take you home,
And the aroma of the roasted swine,
Will make you warm and calm like its there you belong,
But if you deny me,
My love on you will pine,
And never in my life will i be free,
Come home with me darling,
Then everthing will be just fine,
Lets go to my motherland,
And the pleasure will all be mine.
Shamba Kaunda
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