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A recorded reading of “Lion of the Hill”. If the player does not load, use the original audio source.
Clouds wrap round the mountain’s face. City sleeps in its stone embrace. Tourists climb where eagles fly. Streets below scrape against the sky. Vendors shout at taxi stands. Boys sell shells from ocean sands. The table glows in sunset fire, while shacks grow high— climbing higher. Postcards show the peaks, the bays— but they never tell the streets’ true maze. Each step between the light and shade— is a bridge that waits to be made. The lion’s roar cuts through the mist— we hear the call. We can’t resist. Lion of the hill—hear us calling, from harbour edge to high plateau. Lion of the hill—keep on roaring, till the fire in our hearts won’t slow. Siyaphambili! Siyaphambili! Cable cars lift the dreamers high— but dreams are bound to the open sky. From Camps Bay sands to Bo-Kaap lanes, every voice here feels the chains. We climb together— hand in hand, from market stalls to mountain land. The lion’s roar will guide our way— till night gives in to the break of day.
Instructional lyrics
[Intro: 8 bars — Penny whistle plays proud, ascending melody; bass and guitar in bright jive rhythm] The clouds wrap round the mountain’s face The city sleeps at its stone embrace Tourists climb where the eagles fly But the streets below still scrape the sky [Verse 1: 16 bars — Light guitar skank, whistle accents end of each phrase] Vendors shout at the taxi stand Boys sell shells from the ocean sand The table stands in the sunset fire While the shacks grow high, climbing higher The postcards show the bays and peaks But the photographs don’t tell the streets Every step between the light and shade Is a bridge that’s waiting to be made [Pre-Chorus: 8 bars — Percussion rises, claps join] The lion’s roar cuts through the mist We hear the call, we can’t resist [Chorus: 8 bars — Harmonies full, bright whistle between lines] (Lion of the hill, hear us calling) From the harbour to the high plateau (Lion of the hill, keep on roaring) Till the fire in our hearts won’t slow (Chant: “Siyaphambili! Siyaphambili!”) [Verse 2: 16 bars — Add congas and gumboot stomps] The cable cars lift the dreamers high But the dream is shared with the open sky From Camps Bay sands to the Bo-Kaap lanes Every voice here feels the chains We’ll climb together, hand in hand From the market stalls to the mountain land And the lion’s roar will guide the way Till the night gives in to the break of day [Pre-Chorus: 8 bars — Repeat] [Chorus: 8 bars — Repeat with chant louder] [Instrumental Break: 8 bars — Whistle solo over bright guitar groove] [Chorus: 8 bars — Final, whistle doubles melody] [Outro: 8 bars — Whistle fades over mountain wind sound]
Song info
Uplifting South African rock with township-jive influence: bright electric guitars, syncopated bass, layered percussion, and a joyful penny whistle lead. Verses have a relaxed, sunny groove; choruses open into proud, harmony-rich refrains with gumboot stomps and claps. The arrangement feels panoramic, evoking both the majesty of Table Mountain and the life of the city below.
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