Scattered Leaves - The Magic Lantern

With fear and trembling

Of our hopes unending

We wind our weary way home

Like scattered leaves

That settle where we’re blown

The good old stories

Are all death and glory

But worry’s what will get us in the end

Just endless rounds

Of hows and whys and whens

But regret’s a drug babe

It holds you down

And shakes you ‘till your lips are blue

Our search for purpose

Is one long reflective surface

Scratched from where

We’ve tried to change the view

Like an oak tree on its side

And an acorn where it blew

Teerere mudzimu dzoka Haaaa hoyiye

Mudzimu dzoka Kwaziwai changamire

Haaaa hoyiye Kwaziwai changamire

Teerere mudzimu dzoka Haaaa hoyiye

Mudzimu dzoka Kwaziwai changamire

Haaaa hoyiye Kwaziwai changamire