In the High-veldt I want to walk with you,
see the lightning flashing down from the blue,
on the red ground smell the rain falling,
hear the wild birds in the bush sing,
at a klipspringer through the branches peep
and all of this in my memory for later days I want to keep,
like children in the Lord God trust
while barefoot we do walk in the dust.
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