What is love? Who can guess?
Not the looks. Not the person in the dress.
Not the girlfriend but the bride;
Not the one in the gown, but the person inside.
Not the moment when she smiles,
But the dream after a while...
Not the moment with her,
Buy— The feeling when she's far.
It never fades, it always grow;
And what it is, who knows?

~ Bongiswa Khayelihle Gamedze

A golden cloud wandered in Waycross Georgia,
It wandered lonely in the sunset skies.
And I was there and I was told;
Soon it will rain a drop of gold.

And the cloud it wandered high,
Above Tiger mountain and Miller's cave...
And I was there and I was told;
Soon it will rain a drop of gold.

And such, such was life in Waycross Georgia,
Such was it when soon we were wet,
A honeydew we all drank and ate:
And I was one of the children told;
We all must taste our drop of gold.

~ Bongiswa Khayelihle Gamedze