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Cry, the Beloved Country
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Kurt Weill
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Absalom Kumalo, I sentence you to be returned to custody, and to be hanged by the neck until you are dead. And may the Lord have mercy on your soul. Cry, the beloved country! Cry, the beloved land! The wasted childhood The wasted childhood The wasted youth The wasted youth The wasted man! The wasted man! Cry, the broken tribes And the broken hills And the right and wrong forsaken The greed that destroys us The birds that cry no more! Cry, the beloved country! Cry, the lost tribe The lost son The lost! Will thou obey him and serve him, love, honor and keep him, and forsaking all others, keep thee only unto him, so long as ye both shall live? I will. Cry, the unborn child The inheritor of our fear Let him not laugh too gladly in the water of the clove Nor stand too silent when the setting sun Makes the veld red with fire You must go now. Where I go, there will be no wife or child or father or mother. There is no food taken or given. And no marriage where I go. Cry, the unborn son Fatherless Let him not be moved by the song of the bird Nor give his heart to a mountain Nor to a valley Cry, the beloved country! Cry, the beloved country! Cry, the beloved land! Cry, the beloved land! Cry, the lost son The lost tribe The lost The great red hills stand desolate Cry, the beloved country! And the earth has torn away like flesh Cry, the beloved land! These are the valleys Of old men and women Of mothers and children Cry, the beloved land
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