Hemingway

Hemingway - Peter Sarstedt

Hemingway and I went hunting for sharks

Just off the cost of Lorenzo Marx

The old man drank rum from a two gallon jar

Bought from the pirates of old Zanzibar

Africa then was a sight to behold

With rhino and elephant In numbers untold

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Africa Africa birthplace of man

The wild ones must suffer In a race for the land

Hemingway stood back wiped the tears from his eyes

He said I won't be here to see the fire In the skies

Then I'll give you the future and I'll take the past

But just one more look cause It may be my last

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Africa Africa birthplace of man

The wild ones must suffer In a race for the land

Hemingway fell deeply In love with the land

And he read a prophecy In the lines of his hand

Though awe-struck In wonder through the debts of his soul

He was aware then for whom the bell tolls

So he took to the hills and the old nomad walks

Beneath the snow lines to where the black leopard strolls

Africa Africa birthplace of man

Africa Africa birthplace of man

The wild ones must suffer In a race for the land

Africa Africa birthplace of man

Africa Africa birthplace of man

Africa Africa birthplace of man

Africa Africa birthplace of man

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