Johnny Clegg - The Waiting Lyrics
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The Waiting
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What Are The Lyrics For The Waiting By Johnny Clegg?
Here we stand waiting on the plain
Darkness has taken the last outpost of the day Somewhere gunships hunt their illusive prey And I know inside you feel the same way The sky in your heart is so grey And the jackals howl inside I see you walking with your head down Tomorrow is always betrayed By too much hope displayed So you take it as it comes now Ngempilo yami yonke (With all my life) I'm waiting, I'm waiting Here we stand waiting on the plain Darkness has taken the last outpost of the day Somewhere gunships hunt their elusive prey And I know inside you feel the same way Ngempilo yami yonke (With all my life) Kudala ngilindele (So long I've been waiting) You've learned to live inside the space That connects each link of chain And you say you've got some peace of mind now But I know you're waiting all the same With an ache that has no name When you feel the fresh breath of the invisible wind Ngempilo yami yonke (With all my life) Waiting, I'm waiting I will undo these chains Ngizowakhumula amakhethanga (I will undo these chains) Here we stand waiting on the plain Darkness has taken the last outpost of the day Somewhere gunships hunt their elusive prey And I know inside you feel the same way Ngempilo yami yonke (With all my life) Kudala ngilindele (So long I've been waiting) |
Who Wrote The Waiting By Johnny Clegg?
Jonathan Paul Clegg
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What's The Duration Of The The Waiting By Johnny Clegg?The duration of The Waiting is 4:59 minutes and seconds. |
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