[Verse 1] She found a melody carried on the breeze, Tiny silver notes dancing through the trees. A little wooden voice she'd never heard before, Yet somehow it was calling from a distant shore. Every rhythm told a story, Every echo spoke her name. She whispered, "One day I'll find you..." Though nothing stayed the same. [Pre-Chorus] She says, "I don't want postcards... I don't need souvenirs. I just want to hear the music With my own two ears." [Chorus] Come with me... Hey, come with me... Zimbabwe's singing. Sing with me... Hey, sing with me... Can you hear it calling? One more story, One more song, One more dance until the dawn. Come with me... Hey, come with me... Zimbabwe's singing. [Verse 2] She dreams of morning markets filled with smiling eyes, Colours in the sunshine underneath blue skies. Learning every heartbeat hidden in the drum, Knowing every stranger as another friend to come. She would dance without pretending, Laugh without a care. Leave a little piece of her heart, Find another waiting there. [Bridge] Mbira softly... Voices rising... Old traditions, Still surprising. Many people, Many ways, One shared rhythm all our days. [Chorus] Come with me... Hey, come with me... Zimbabwe's singing. Sing with me... Hey, sing with me... Can you hear it calling? One more story, One more song, One more dance until the dawn. Come with me... Hey, come with me... Zimbabwe's singing. [Outro] Maybe tomorrow... Maybe next year... But every song Brings her a little nearer.
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