Текст песни Rome - In a wilderness of spite

Down to the river Down they carried poor Rhodesia Drowned, never to be crowned Our queen lay slain, Rhodesia Wouldn't leave your body to the hounds Couldn't bury you in hallowed grounds, Rhodesia Slowly they run these black tears; Slowly they run into the river Aeeth. And on we go, on the row, Rhodesia Down to the river Down they carried poor Rhodesia Drowned, never to be crowned They carried her splendour down to the river Aeeth Aeeth is her grave's name Aeeth is that pale tomb of shame So today we call for the miracle Arise, young queen, Rhodesia And on we'll go, on we'll row, Rhodesia No flowers grow on Rhodesia's grave No flowers grow on the river Aeeth Aeeth is her grave's name Aeeth is that pale tomb of shame Down flew her golden crown And she lay slain on the frozen ground, Rhodesia Now we climb into that willow tree And we all weep for thee, poor Rhodesia And today we call for the miracle Arise, young queen, Rhodesia And on we go, on we row, Rhodesia Drowned, never to be crowned They killed all splendour down by the river Aeeth
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