Turning and turning Within the widening gyre The falcon cannot hear the falconer Things fall apart The centre cannot hold And a blood dimmed tide Is loosed upon the world Nothing is sacred The ceremony sinks Innocence is drowned In anarchy The best lack conviction Given some time to think And the worst are full of passion Without mercy Surely some revelation is at hand Surely it's the second coming And the wrath has finally taken form For what is this rough beast Its hour come at last Slouching towards Bethlehem to be born Slouching towards Bethlehem to be born Hoping and hoping As if with my weak faith The spirit of this world Would heal and rise Vast are the shadows That straddle and strafe And struggle in the darkness Troubling my eyes Shaped like a lion It has the head of a man With a gaze as black And pitiless as the sun As it's moving its slow thigs Across the desert sands Through dark indignant Reeling falcons Surely some revelation is at hand Surely it's the second coming And the wrath has finally taken form For what is this rough beast Its hour come at last Slouching towards Bethlehem to be born Slouching towards Bethlehem to be born (Head of a man, shape of a lion) Raging and raging It rises from the deep Opening its eyes After twenty centuries Vexed to a nightmare Out of a stony sleep By a rocking cradle By the Sea of Galilee Surely some revelation is at hand Surely it's the second coming And the wrath has finally taken form For what is this rough beast Its hour come at last Slouching towards Bethlehem to be born Slouching towards Bethlehem to be born To be born (Head of a man, shape of a lion) (Head of a man, shape of a lion) (Head of a man, shape of a lion)

Pak op, pak op Sit jou goedjies op jou kop More gaan ons weg, Ver van hier weg Skipskop, skipskop, Wanneer hou die dinge op Swaarkry le net voor Die blou berge oor Overberg se mens Is ek gebore, Op die plek skipskop Nes my pa en sy pa ook. Hier deur die duine, loop onse spore Hier op die beach hier langs die see is ek gebore Maar wat ken ek anders As die bloudam se branders Die wolke en die winde wat hier waai Maar verkoop jou bootjie, pak op jou goedjies En se maar so long skipskop, skipskop se goodbye Linkerhand, o die regterhand Wat se kant le die plekke Misverstand 'Seblief meneer, ag se tog weer Is dit die pad wat ons moet more vat 'N stukkie le hier en 'n stukkie le daar Die stukkies van my lewe hulle le baie deurmekaar Tel op tel op vir shorty en vir pop Gaan haal vir apie en hou daai kindjie dop Maar wat ken ek anders As die blou dam se branders Die wolke en die winde wat hier waai Pak op jou goedjies, pak op jou goedjies, Se maar so long skipskop skipskop se goodbye Se maar so long skipskop skipskop se goodbye