You leave me at the strangest times,
You call the next morning
Say you’ve had a change of mind
You leave me at the strangest times
You leave me in the heat
Under the hot Karoo sun
You leave me in a house
With a tine roof, on a farm
All by myself
And that’s no fun, that’s no fun

So, don’t come back,
Cause I’m selling this farm,
I’m gonna move down to Knysna
I’m gonna make it on my own
‘cause it’s a 100 years old, this farm,
it was started by my kin,
but if selling it means being rid of you,
then I’ll sell it again and again and again

You leave me at the strangest times
You come with your misery
And so you make it mine
You leave me at the strangest times
You leave me at the strangest times
With my shame under a cloudless sky
You leave me in a house
where the wind and the ghosts
they whisper your name
whisper your name

So, don’t come back,
Cause I’m selling this farm,
I’m gonna ship out this legacy
I can’t take it anymore
Cause it’s a 100 year old this curse
It was started by my kin
Buried all around me
I’ll bet they’re grinning now
They saw the entire thing begin

For sale: 4 bedrooms, a kitchen and a bathroom,
But not my weaving loom
I’m taking it with me
Cause I’m gonna weave away my bitterness

So, don’t come back,
Cause I’m selling this farm,
I’m gonna move down to Knysna
I’m gonna make it on my own
‘cause it’s a 100 years old, this farm,
it was started by my kin,
but if selling it means being rid of you,
then I’ll sell it again and again and again
I’m gone……….