Digging For Some Words Lyrics - Singles - Johnny Clegg & Savuka

Wanderers and nomads have gone to see their chieftains 

Will this be the end of the rain and the birds? 

Who can send an emissary to speak to the seasons? 

For the ravens and the crows already soak up the skies 

I'm digging for some words beneath the stones in Zimbabwe 

I'm searching for a drum song in the jungles of Zaire 

I'm groping for the blood moon in the mountains of Malawi 

Looking for the lion of Ethiopia 

Settling dusk gets darkened by the bark of the baboon 

The frogs and the owls no longer call to the moon 

The warlords have gathered, blue smoke hiss from teeth of chrome 

And the baobab trembles in the boiling blood loam 

The fireplace is broken and the grinding stone too 

Its million pieces flung across the plains of Africa 

Each dusty fragment, a seed from which grows 

The memory of a debt that only you and I will know 

Wanderers and nomads have gone to see their chieftains 

Will this be the end of the rain and the birds? 

Who can send an emissary to speak to the seasons? 

For the ravens and the crows already soak up the skies 

Seven seasoned soldiers have been summoned from Saigon 

A craven walkie-talkie puts their bloodshot armor on 

Some drink beer, milk, some drink kinky-kola 

Sheep dogs live in Outeniqua, gun dogs in Angola 

Flames lick the corners of each hungry horseman's smile 

They have locusts in their scabbards and desert's in their eyes 

Passing through the air, they leave a sea of fetid rumors 

As they ride upon the skyline on a secret trail of lies 

Wanderers and nomads have gone to see their chieftains 

Will this be the end of the rain and the birds? 

Who can send an emissary to speak to the seasons? 

For the ravens and the crows already soak up the skies 

I found some words beneath a stone in Zimbabwe 

I heard a distant drum song in the jungles of Zaire 

The blood moon spoke of war in the mountains of Malawi 

But I never found the lion of Ethiopia 

Wanderers and nomads have gone to see their chieftains 

Will this be the end of the rain and the birds? 

Who can send an emissary to speak to the seasons? 

For the ravens and the crows already soak up the skies