He was just an ailing boy - Seventeen no more. Went away to cotton fields Upon a distant shore. He was weak but he was strong In his will and mind. He was loved by everyone Each color creed and kind.
Even the people that were picking the cotton Said, oh, the spirit is strong. Yes, the people that were picking the cotton Said, oh, the spirit is strong.
Heard of diamonds in the west He could see them glow. Rising shining in his hand - He knew he had to go. Jack of spades to king of diamonds, Born to live the land. Sweet charisma of his soul Is the magic of the man.
Even the people that were digging the diamonds Said, oh, the spirit is strong. Yes, the people that were digging the diamonds Said, oh, the spirit is strong.
Then his eyes were turning north, England in his mind. Shan't be long to Cairo now One long railroad line. There were impis making war, To stop him they would kill. Bloody conquer that worth words And power of his will.
Even the people that were making the war Said, oh, the spirit is strong. Yes, the people that were making the war Said, oh, the spirit is strong.
When the end was near he said: Take me to my North. Laid him in a simple grave, Each stone of marble earth. He did no want to lie in splendor, Epitaphs in gold. Just a lone Matopo hill Where one can view the world.
Even the people that visit the hill Say, oh, the spirit is strong. Yes, the people that visit the hill Say, oh, the spirit is strong.