The Old Zimbabwe Ghost -

Many tales I’ve heard

Of the soapstone bird

So, I went along to see

The acropolis and the passages

In the temple masonry

But it all seemed so familiar

Like I’d been there once before

I felt my mind slip back in time

And when I saw it then I knew for sure

He came down the stairs with his cottiers

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 a smile, and we spoke awhile

About the many days of old

But the peace of mind

And the quietness

We’re the things I loved the most

As I sat reminiscing

With the Old Zimbabwe Ghost

When the world was young

We were rich my son

Independent, wise, and free

From horizon to horizon

Our riches held the key

And then they came

In loves sweet name

To our bastion in the sky

And just like the way of the world today

For the cause of greed to die

But the peace of mind

And the quietness

We’re the things I loved the most

As I sat reminiscing

With the Old Zimbabwe Ghost

And suddenly the reality

Of today had come around

And the footprints where the ancients stood

We’re fading in the ground

I was misty eyed

As again I died

And the people stopped to stare

As I watched my host Zimbabwe Ghost

Go melting in the air

But the peace of mind

And the quietness

We’re the things I loved the most

As I sat reminiscing

With the Old Zimbabwe Ghost