|Titel:||Gimme hope Jo'anna|
|Bekend onder andere titels:||Oh, Gimme hope Jo'anna|
Well Jo'anna she runs a country,
she runs in Durban and the Transvaal.
She makes a few of her people happy,
oh, she don't care about the rest at all.
She 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, gimme hope, Jo'anna, hope, Jo'anna
gimme hope, Jo'anna for the mourning comes.
Gimme hope, Jo'anna, hope, Jo'anna
hope, before the mourning comes.
I hear she makes all 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 neightbours borders
Now and again having little fun.
She doesn't care if the fun and games she play
Is dangerous to everyone.
She 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 evens 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.
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 untill the mourning comes.