Inside Zomba white city of memories

Running, several miles to the city
Closer, a yearning rain, drizzles on your windscreen
And have a peaceful welcome into the city
Such a cold page down the upland, sees you
Is ready, laid to have us all, we strangers
Where are we going? To the eastern region
To bring joy to Chitekesa inside phalombe’s eyes
Be, we will have the city, this ancient legend
We all smile as we eat inside Zomba pine palade
It will prepare you a bed of dreams of roses
You Surveyors, tourists and wipe all your tears,
down the mountain
Inside Zomba white city of memories

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