Stephen's Kingdom

Kinshasa, Beirut, Maranhao
A final salute to three fine soldiers
As their daddies had been
As their sons would after them
Forgive me, my father
But the cause is lost
And no one's left to win it back

We have emptied the fountain
Pulled the last of the gold from the mountain
Farewell now soweto
I will remember the rest of my days

A paraffin moon
Distant fire
A weary platoon on watch 'til morning
Too frightened to sleep
To even take a breath too deep
Too young to remember
How it came to pass that back became
The enemy

We have drunk from the fountain
Lined our pockets with gold from
The mountain
Farewell now soweto
And goodbye Africa

To the sound of rifle and drum
Stephens's kingdom has come
And has overcome
There's no power like the might
Of tomorrow's dream
Sound the rifle and drum
Stephen's kingdom has come
And they will be done
There's no conquering the might
Of tomorrow's dream

Kinshasa, Beirut, Maranhao
A final salute to three fine soldiers
As their daddies had been
As their sons would after them
Forgive me, my father
But the cause is lost
And no one's left to win it back

We have emptied the fountain
Pulled the last of the gold from
The mountain
Farewell now soweto
And goodbye Africa

To the sound of rifle and drum
Stephens's kingdom has come
And has overcome
There's no power like the might
Of tomorrow's dream
Sound the rifle and drum
Stephen's kingdom has come
And they will be done
There's no conquering the might
Of tomorrow's dream
There's no conquering the might
Of tomorrow's dream

To the sound of rifle and drum
Stephens's kingdom has come
And has overcome
There's no power like the might
Of tomorrow's dream
Sound the rifle and drum
Stephen's kingdom has come
And they will be done
There's no conquering the might
Of tomorrow's dream
There's no conquering the might
Of tomorrow's dream
There's no conquering the might
Of tomorrow's dream
There's no conquering the might
Of tomorrow's dream