Sisiwami (Sweet Sister) - Harry Belafonte

I see your red skirt splashing up against your thighs

You makin' pretty moves, makin' moves that smile my eyes

Your plaited hair it’s catching gold from Azanian skies

Your motion is a magic that takes me by surprise

(Sweet sister hmm my sister)

Soft mounds bouncing to the rhythm of your dance

You seem to have a thousand ways to get my heart to France

You got a laugh like little mossies, fluttering in the air

(Sweet sister, ah sweet sister of mine)

Sisiwami, I am a man who’s bound by doubtful things

Sisiwami, a man who’s tangled in his strings

Sisiwami, but to see you dancing sets me free

Sisiwami, you do a beautiful thing to me

Sisiwami, oh sweet sister can’t you see

Sisiwami, you do a beautiful thing to me

Sisiwami, oh, a beautiful thing to me

The way your body’s shaping to the sounds of your song

Your long brown arms snaking, so proud and strong

Oh to see you strutting down, it’s where you belong

When you’re in motion girl, nothing can go wrong

(Sweet sister, ah sweet sister of mine)

Silver bracelets rattling to the rhythms on your feet

Balancing your goods as you come strutting down the street

There’s a twinkle in your sing song talk

A sparkle in your jive

In these terrible-terrible times, you keep my heart alive

Sweet sister you’re so fine

Sweet sister of mine