Many tales I've heard of the soap stone bird, so I went along to see, The acropolis and the passages and the temple masonry But it all looked so familiar, like I've been there once before I felt my mind slipping back in time and when I saw him then I knew for sure He came down the stairs in his courtiers and a soldier left and right And his burnished golden bangles gave off a mystic kind of light His eyes were black and they took me back as they bored into my soul And then the smile and we spoke a while of the medieval days of old And the peace of mind and the quietness were the things I loved the most As I sat reminiscing with the old Zimbabwe Ghost Those were the days my son we were rich my son Independent wise and free form horizon to horizon our riches held the key But then they came in love sweet name to our bastion in the sky And just like the ways of the world today for the cause of greed to die And the peace of mind and the quietness were the things I loved the most As I sat reminiscing with the old Zimbabwe Ghost Then suddenly the reality of the day was all around And the footprints were the ancient stood were fading in ground I was misty eyed as again I died and the people stopped to stare As I watched my host the Zimbabwe Ghost go melting in the air And the peace of mind and the quietness were the things I loved the most As I sat reminiscing with the old Zimbabwe Ghost