An old lady walking down the dusty farm road
Looking for a simple home
She doesnt want anything extremely smart
And she doesnt need a telephone
Shes the child of a refugee running from the zulu war
Living from hand to mouth, dodging the wrong arm of the law
Shes old and shes bent, her eyes can hardly see
And shes going home forever to weenen county
Chorus
Uhamba njalo wemashabala
Ukhumbula ku-phi?
Uhamba njalo wemashabala
Ukhumbula ku-phi wena?
Ukhumbula ku-phi wena?
Uthwala nzima wemashabalala
Iya-phi indlela?
Uthwala nzima wemashabalala
Iya-phi indlela?
Izinto zomhlaba
Izinto zomhlaba
Shes built more homes than fingers on her hands
A sharecroppers wife living on county crown land
And then they wrested the harvest from the land and its lords
And when her man died she could cry no more tears
And she had lost everything that she ever had to lose
So she picks up her walking stick and puts on her car-tyre shoes
And shes walking in a dream listening for that special sound
The echo of the plough whip over weenen county ground
Weenen county you took my man she says
You took my home, you took my land
You left me all alone - now Im coming home.
Weenen county in the springtime
Hadedas on the wing
Blue morning
Blue morning
Repeat chorus and fade out