Freedom fighter standing on a mountain

In a foreign country

Trying to send a message

To his people, back in the ghetto

He had a home one time

Love of a girl

But he left that behind

Oh yes I can hear him clearly as he whispers in the air

His voice came out loud and clear

All he asked for was a prayer and as he turns to walk away he said



Chorus:

I'm still here in the house of exile

For the love of the nation



Sun went down on the mountain

Birds flew back to their hiding places

Leaving him standing there like a telephone pole

In the still of the night

You and I dream

Dreaming of Romeo