Gimme Hope Jo’anna

Well Jo'anna she runs a country,
She runs in Durban and the Transvaal.
She makes a few of her people happy, oh
She don't care about the rest at all.

She's got a system they call apartheid
It keeps a brother in a subjection,
But maybe pressure will make Jo'anna see
How everybody could a live as one.

Gimme hope, Jo'anna
Hope, Jo'anna Gimme hope,
Jo'anna 'Fore the morning come
Gimme hope, Jo'anna
Hope, Jo'anna
Hope before the morning come

I hear she makes all the golden money
To buy new weapons, any shape of guns,
While every mother in a black Soweto fears
The killing of another son.

Sneakin' across all the neighbours' borders
Now and again having little fun,
She doesn't care if the fun and games she plays
Is dang'rous to ev'ryone

Give me hope...

She's got supporters in high up places
Who turn their heads to the city sun,
Jo'anna gives them the fancy money
Oh to tempt anyone who'd come.

She even knows how to swing opinion
In every magazine and the journals,
For every bad move that this Jo'anna makes,
They got a good explanation.

Give me hope...

Even the preacher who works for Jesus
The Archbishop who's a peaceful man,
Together say that the freedom fighters Will
overcome the very strong.

I wanna know if you're blind Jo'anna,
If you wanna hear the sound of drums
Can't you see that the tide is turning?
Oh don't make me wait till the morning come.

Give me hope...