Look at all her people
  Look at them dance, look at them laugh
  Singing a song
  They make like happy children
  Wearing friendly faces
  Everyone knows, everyone knows they belong
  Where they belong

  Capetown, I?m drowning in your beauty
  Capetown, but my heart?s not feeling nicely
  Capetown, angel black, white sin
  Capetown, there?s a shadow on your mountain
  Capetown, there?s a flaw in your sparkle
  Capetown, there?s a crying at your crossroads
  Let me in, let me in, let me in

  The rush of silky color
  The sound of Dixie Banjos
  Mongrel melodies in quarter tones
  Streets of Malay marchers
  Hatted in their feathers
  The lilt, the lilt of xhosa Saxophones, xhosa saxophones

  Capetown, there?s a hole at the heart of you
  A hole where district six used to be
  Capetown, now brown ghosts are dancing
  To be free, oh to be free
  Capetown, there?s an island in your ocean
  Capetown, where black blood is running
  Capetown, hear the voices calling from your sea
  You belong to me, oh you belong to me,hmm

  Tidy whitewashed houses
  Sprays of wild flowers
  The heart and soul of gentility
  The vineyards, and the orchards
  Warm white sandy beaches
  Old and graceful luxury

  Capetown, they?re squatting in your desert
  Capetown, in shanties made of plastic
  Capetown exiles in your homeland
  Capetown, struggling with your reason
  Capetown, holding back your madness
  Capetown, it?s a bitter fruit you harvest
  Capetown, oh, oh

  Capetown I?m drowning in your beauty
  Capetown, but my heart?s not feeling nicely
  Capetown, angel black, white as sin

  Capetown there?s a shadow on your mountain
  Capetown, there?s a flaw in your sparkle
  Capetown, there?s a crying at your crossroads
  Let me in, let me in, let me in

  Capetown, it?s a bitter fruit you harvest
  Capetown, let me in, ah let me in
  Capetown you belong to me,
  Capetown you belong to me