The Seven Steps

It was here, you must remember
Our children played their games
And the skollie gangs smoked dagga
Young lovers scratched their names

These seven stones bear witness
Can these stone steps forgive
The people who destroyed our homes
And told us where to live?

The childrens' voices singing
To the beat of clapping hands
Thе sounds of Christmas choirs
And their happy marching bands

The heartbеat of the moppies
And the people's tapping toes
The joy of ghoemaliedjies
And the rhythm of banjos

So kneel down and listen
When you are all alone
Then maybe you will hear the sound
Of the Seven Steps of stone

The rattle of a cheap guitar
And the squeal of a saxophone
This music will be written
On the seven steps of stone

These people and these places
That you and I have known
Will always be remembered
By the Seven Steps of stone

So kneel down and listen
When you are all alone
Then maybe you will hear the sound
Of the Seven Steps of stone

The rattle of a cheap guitar
And the squeal of a saxophone
This music will be written
On the seven steps of stone