Biografia:
John Edmond was born on 18 November 1936 of Scottish parents in Luanshya, Northern Rhodesia (now Zambia), on the Roan Antelope copper mine.
John Edmond is somewhat of a legend around campfires from Zambia to Zululand and from Walvis Bay to Vilanculos. Singer, songwriter, entertainer, storyteller, author and bush pilot. He has been there, done it all and fantastically still does it! His musical career has taken him through the 60's, 70's pop, country and TV era's with 7 smash South Africa hits in a row.
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Agisyman Trilogy
G C G
They called it Agisymba this fair and promised land
C D G
And it was the stoneage home of the little yellow man
C D G
And he hunted with the bow and he worshipped to the sun
C D G
Yes he was the hunter but he was the hunted one
C G D G
Then down from the jungles there came the Turbid Tribes
C G D G
With their spears and their shields and their long flashing knives
C G D G
And they hounded the bushman from his painted caves and lands
C G D G
To the merciless wastes of the Kalahari sands.
C G
Then came the Arabs and the sturdy Portugese
C D G
To the land they called Sofala from the seven seas
C D G
And they fought Monomotapa’s warriors of old
C D G
To run across his kingdom and take away his gold
C G D G
Then the Matabele came running from the Boer
C G D G
To plunder the Mashona and wage another war
C G D G
And the columns came a-marching and they ruled for many years
C G D G
And they called the land Rhodesia those British pioneers
C D G Em
And the white man worked and the black man toiled
C D G Em
And the tribes all fought and rebellions boiled
C D Em
And the world went mad with two world wars
A7 D
And ‘though men died they never settled their scores
Em
And the madness spread it’s the same damn thing
C D
Hear the war drums throb hear the bugles ring
Em
And they named Zimbabwe through the barrel of a gun
C D
And the winners lost and the losers won.
G C G
But live in this land and share all the spoils
A7 D
You reap what you sow through labours and toils
G C G
Black man and White man have all paid a price
D G
Yellow man’s gone like a mad sacrifice
C G
Agisymba Sofala Monomotapa
A7 D
Rhodesia Zimbabwe call it what you can
G C G
You all can live in it but no one can win it
D G
For it always belonged to the Little Yellow Man (x2)
G C G
They called it Agisymba this fair and promised land
C D G
And it was the stoneage home of the little yellow man
C D G
And he hunted with the bow and he worshipped to the sun
C D G
Yes he was the hunter but he was the hunted one
C G D G
Then down from the jungles there came the Turbid Tribes
C G D G
With their spears and their shields and their long flashing knives
C G D G
And they hounded the bushman from his painted caves and lands
C G D G
To the merciless wastes of the Kalahari sands.
C G
Then came the Arabs and the sturdy Portugese
C D G
To the land they called Sofala from the seven seas
C D G
And they fought Monomotapa’s warriors of old
C D G
To run across his kingdom and take away his gold
C G D G
Then the Matabele came running from the Boer
C G D G
To plunder the Mashona and wage another war
C G D G
And the columns came a-marching and they ruled for many years
C G D G
And they called the land Rhodesia those British pioneers
C D G Em
And the white man worked and the black man toiled
C D G Em
And the tribes all fought and rebellions boiled
C D Em
And the world went mad with two world wars
A7 D
And ‘though men died they never settled their scores
Em
And the madness spread it’s the same damn thing
C D
Hear the war drums throb hear the bugles ring
Em
And they named Zimbabwe through the barrel of a gun
C D
And the winners lost and the losers won.
G C G
But live in this land and share all the spoils
A7 D
You reap what you sow through labours and toils
G C G
Black man and White man have all paid a price
D G
Yellow man’s gone like a mad sacrifice
C G
Agisymba Sofala Monomotapa
A7 D
Rhodesia Zimbabwe call it what you can
G C G
You all can live in it but no one can win it
D G
For it always belonged to the Little Yellow Man (x2)
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