I can't forget you, my little Mushanga, I keep a place in my heart for you

The days of waiting, they keep getting longer, and not a thing I can do

I was a poet, a magazine writer, sent to report on political views

It was by chance, through a lens that I met you, a Kingston girl with no shoes



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You were runnin' down the road, I was going your way

You stopped and turned around, and lent you my hand

You smiled though you were suffering, I didn't understand, then



You broke into my heart, I saw your eyes and then I knew

You broke into my heart, like the wind and rain that followed you

You broke into my heart, had the Lord above forgotten you?

You broke in from the start, and all my tears belong to you

Mushanga, oh, Mushanga, oh

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I sat and watched as she danced by the fires

Through ancient songs did the tale unfold

They sang of diamonds that came from their mountains

And loss of lives mining white man's gold



I had to leave and go back to Manhattan

Where all my stories are bought and sold

I know the city would surely be saddened, if what I knew could be told



chorus



It's been so long since I last heard your laughter

So many letters and still no news

I hope you find all the things that you're after

You know my heart is with you



chorus



Mushanga, oh, Mushanga, oh (repeats 3x)



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