| From the mountains From the beaches From the jungle's Far off reaches. That roams the untamed lands From the birds Whose great wings spanned The mightiest of rivers And the lengths of the sea From Africa ~and from me~ Our cry goes out To our brother and our son To his family, To his kin, To his friends Every one. "Remember with pride this son of ours Whose joy and whose love like April showers Rained down on us all. Both big and small And recall forever this man. So tall." And when you hear the wind sigh The pitter-patter of rain.. Know he is speaking And whilst never again Will we feel his hands holding - - His eyes watching as we sleep - He is in God's lap In His tender keep. RIP Chris... Loved and remembered by his S. African friend Out of Africa |