[Verse 1]
Come closer my friend
Here follows a long tale about where the trouble started
I was raised by my father
Who was bereaved at a young age by his true darling, my mother
Edith Nomvula Thomas Mahola
There were three of us by my mother, myself the second
The middle child of my father, Bhut' Doc Nceba Mahola
[Verse 2]
Never did my father cry, when they buried the body
Of the love of many years, at Don Bosco; kwaZakhelе
Four rooms with a dining room table in Port Elizabeth
Neithеr did the three cry at the side of the grave
Small hands throwing dust to dust not knowing the reason:
My God! Sis' nono has left us!
Sis' nono has left us!
[Chorus]
Hayini!
Never have we seen such a girl raised by a man
Dlamini!
Never have they seen such a girl raised by a man
[Outro]
Come closer my friend
Here follows a long tale about where the trouble started
Thank you, mom
Thank you, dad
Come closer my friend
Here follows a long tale about where the trouble started
I was raised by my father
Who was bereaved at a young age by his true darling, my mother
Edith Nomvula Thomas Mahola
There were three of us by my mother, myself the second
The middle child of my father, Bhut' Doc Nceba Mahola
[Verse 2]
Never did my father cry, when they buried the body
Of the love of many years, at Don Bosco; kwaZakhelе
Four rooms with a dining room table in Port Elizabeth
Neithеr did the three cry at the side of the grave
Small hands throwing dust to dust not knowing the reason:
My God! Sis' nono has left us!
Sis' nono has left us!
[Chorus]
Hayini!
Never have we seen such a girl raised by a man
Dlamini!
Never have they seen such a girl raised by a man
[Outro]
Come closer my friend
Here follows a long tale about where the trouble started
Thank you, mom
Thank you, dad
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