Eddy Grant

Songtekst

(c)1988 Greenheart Music Ltd

Well Jo'anna she runs a country, she runs in Durban and the T-ransvaal,
She makes a few of her people happy, oh she don't care about the rest at all

She's got a system they call apartheid, it keeps a brother in a subjection
But maybe pressure will make Jo'anna see how everybody could a live as one

(Oh)
[chorus]:
gimme hope Jo'anna, hope Jo'anna,
gimme hope Jo'anna, till the mourning come
Gimme hope Jo'anna, hope Jo'anna, hope before the mourning come.

I hear she's making the golden money to buy new weapons, any shape of guns
While every mother in a black Soweto fears the killing of another son

Sneakin' 'cross all the neighbours' borders now and again having little fun
She doesn't care if the fun and games she play is dangerous to everyone.

She's got supporters in high-up places who turn their heads to the city Sun
Jo'anna give them the fancy money, oh to tempt anyone who'd come.

She even knows how to swing opinion in every magazine and the journals
For every bad move that this Jo'anna makes they got a good explanation.

(So) [chorus] [2x]

Even the preacher who works for Jesus, the archbishop who's a peaceful man
Together say that the freedom fighters will overcome the very strong.

I wanna know if you're blind Jo'anna, if you wanna hear the sound of drums
Can't you see that the tide is turning, oh don't make me wait until the mourning come.