Black and White (Ewan MacColl) The apples ripe upon the bow the orange on the tree The hands were black that picked the fruit for you, but not for me Diamonds shining in the rock gleaming white and blue Ten hours a day in the diamond mines for me, but not for you A sea of grass and mountain ranges beckoning the free A place to walk with head held high for you, but not for me The burning sun of Africa the sky that's always blue Apartheid and the pass laws for me, but not for you A big land, a rich land stretched from sea to sea And all the riches of the earth for you, but not for me A big land, a gracious land a land where old meets new The bullets fired at Sharpville were for me, but not for you You've planted seeds of fear and hate in all who would be free At harvest time the fruit will be for you, and not for me AJS apr97
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