At the first light of dawn I’ll get my clothes out of pawn For as we grow older The rats grow bolder And when they sound the retreat I’ll get you out of this heat For they might send us alone Into what won’t be home Oh, Rhodesia, were you ever mine? I thought you should know that we Are now guiltily wolfing your poetry Oh, Rhodesia, buried in the sands of time I thought you should know that we Are now hastily chasing each memory Always guarded by another man’s sons We felt it dishonourable for one To stay out of it and how could it be wrong? But we were fighting on the wrong side of a losing war And time has made orphans of us all Has made cripples of us all I just won’t flee down south Where the oceans collide To die a broken man To die a sorry man