Go With You

I will go with you
When the road gets low
I will go with you
Where the soft winds blow

Not every road has roses waiting
Not every door knows our name
But if your hand is honest with me
I can walk through rain
Pack the small bag, leave the heavy things
Take the photographs and the two brass rings

No need to play the hero
No need to win today
Just be true when the night gets narrow
I will not run away

I will go with you
When the road gets low
I will go with you
Where the soft winds blow

Hamba nawe
Hamba nawe
Hamba nawe
I will go with you

Ask me once, I'll answer twice
Loyalty don't roll the dice
We're not asking for a golden morning
We don't need a richer sky
Your people are my people now
Your river and your field and your mother's vow
If the money's thin, we'll season it with laughs
Split the last bread into perfect halves

Hamba nawe
Hamba nawe
Hamba nawe
Hamba nawe

Those two brass rings, they were never ours
They were my mother's and my father's, and he left
I carry both so my hands remember
What a going-away weighs

Hamba nawe
Hamba nawe
Hamba nawe
Hamba nawe
One ring is yours
Hamba nawe
Hamba nawe
Hamba nawe
I'm on my way