Whilst you wander on the great savanna,
Of our great ancestor
warriors,
During this time when you're meeting,
All those
loved ones who went before,
Do you stop and think of me?
Do you stop and remember,
A friendship born of youth,
Growing
up in the following years?
Do you ever think of me, your friend
Ben?
As you roam the spiritual hills,
And join in the songs of
old,
Dance the warrior's dance,
That modern living has
hidden,
Do you, son of Chief, ever think of me?
I think of you nearly every day,
Because you are in the work
I do,
You are in the songs I sing,
You are in the way I
feel.
Yes, in this world of living
The world you left
behind,
I still think of you.
Oh yes, the meat on the 'braii' is still hot,
The meat lacks
the 'piri-piri' bite,
The beer is icy cold, the way we like,
But
still it tastes so bland,
The sun still beats down
And I
still carry on.
And I can't help stopping and wondering,
Every
now and then,
That in the great savanna in the sky,
Do you
ever stop and say to those around,
"I have a friend called
Ben"?
Posted: 2007-07-01 12:37:52