Warm, verskriklik warm

Hot Gates

Ek het Laurika in Oudshoorn hierdie lied gevoel sing.

Ek is nog altyd daar.

Ag, my dogter, ai, my seun.

London Paris Rome Berlin
Barcelona Washington
Moscow Beijing Tokyo
Jerusalem Jericho

Waco Waco Bethlehem
Srebrenica Sebokeng
Sarajevo O Saigon
Hiroshima Rubicon

Chorus:
I can see a fiery, fiery glow
Even as the sun is sinking low
I can see a horseman on the run
Oh my daughter, oh my son

Dunkirk Dover Normandy
Frankfurt New York Lockerbie
Amajuba Bellevue
Chappaquiddick Waterloo

Bucharest St Petersburg
Heilbron Hobhouse Gettysburg
Belfast Budapest Baghdad
Berchtesgaden Stalingrad

Chorus

Carthage Dresden Babylon
Sharpeville My Lai Boipatong
Delville Wood El Alamein
St Helena Mitchell’s Plain

Balaklava Austerlitz
Belsen Buchenwald Auschwitz
Nagasaki O Versailles
Armageddon Thermopylae

Chorus

Repeat chorus:
There’s another song that will be sung
There’s another bell that must be rung
There’s another city I’ve been told
Where the streets are paved with gold

There’s another city I’ve been told
Where the streets are paved with gold – – –

Words and music: Christopher Torr
Publisher: Chris Torr Music

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