She sparkles like a diamond

Look at all her people

Look at them dance, look at them laugh

Singing a song

They make like happy children

Wearing friendly faces

Everyone knows, everyone knows they belong

Where they belong



Capetown, I’m drowning in your beauty

Capetown, but my heart’s not feeling nicely

Capetown, angel black, white sin

Capetown, there’s a shadow on your mountain

Capetown, there’s a flaw in your sparkle

Capetown, there’s a crying at your crossroads

Let me in, let me in, let me in



The rush of silky color

The sound of Dixie Banjos

Mongrel melodies in quarter tones

Streets of Malay marchers

Hatted in their feathers

The lilt, the lilt of xhosa Saxophones, xhosa saxophones



Capetown, there’s a hole at the heart of you

A hole where district six used to be

Capetown, now brown ghosts are dancing

To be free, oh to be free

Capetown, there’s an island in your ocean

Capetown, where black blood is running

Capetown, hear the voices calling from your sea

You belong to me, oh you belong to me,hmm



Tidy whitewashed houses

Sprays of wild flowers

The heart and soul of gentility

The vineyards, and the orchards

Warm white sandy beaches

Old and graceful luxury



Capetown, they’re squatting in your desert

Capetown, in shanties made of plastic

Capetown exiles in your homeland

Capetown, struggling with your reason

Capetown, holding back your madness

Capetown, it’s a bitter fruit you harvest

Capetown, oh, oh



Capetown I’m drowning in your beauty

Capetown, but my heart’s not feeling nicely

Capetown, angel black, white as sin



Capetown there’s a shadow on your mountain

Capetown, there’s a flaw in your sparkle

Capetown, there’s a crying at your crossroads

Let me in, let me in, let me in



Capetown, it’s a bitter fruit you harvest

Capetown, let me in, ah let me in

Capetown you belong to me,

Capetown you belong to me