Текст и перевод песни Anton Goosen - Blommetjie Gedenk Aan My

Blommetjie Gedenk Aan My

'N Skraal wind waai oor die Nguniebosse, op die pad buite Uniondale
Elke paasnaweek staan die
Spookmeisie daar as die herfswind hoeka al huil
Met haar lang swart hare onder sekelmaan, tuur sy oor die vlakte haai
En haar klere blink spookagtig, en haar duim vra om haar op te laai
En die Kammanasieberg spook huil, as sy klippe bergaf rol
En die spookmeisie van Uniondale, wat duimry en droewig sing
Blommetjie gedenk aan my, en sy lig haar duim na bo
Blommetjie gedenk aan my, sing die spook van die Klein Karoo
Blommetjie gedenk aan my, en sy lig haar duim na bo
Blommetjie gedenk aan my, sing die spook van die Klein Karoo ...
Die reisigers verby Uniondale, het haar dikwels opgelaai
En verder aan, so uit die nuut, verdwyn sy in die wind wat waai
So as jy saans in die langpad dwaal
Oor die pase, middernag
Pasop vir die spook van die Klein Karoo,
Tensy jy gaan spoke jag
En die Kammanasieberg spook huil, as die klippe bergaf rol
En die spookmeisie van die Uniondale, wat duimry en droewig sing
Blommetjie gedenk aan my, en sy lig haar duim na bo
Blommetjie gedenk aan my, sing die spook van die Klein Karoo
Blommetjie gedenk aan my, en sy lig haar duim na bo
Blommetjie gedenk aan my, sing die spook van die Klein Karoo
Blommetjie gedenk aan my, sing die spook van die Klein Karoo
Blommetjie gedenk aan my, sing die spook van die Klein Karoo

Little Flower, Remember Me

A cold wind blows through the NGunie bushes, on the road outside Uniondale
Every Easter weekend,
the ghost girl stands there as the autumn wind howls and wails
With her long black hair under the crescent moon, she gazes over the plain out there
And her clothes gleam spookily, and her thumb asks to be picked up
And the Kammanasie Mountain howls and cries, as its stones roll down the hill
And the ghost girl of Uniondale, who hitchhikes and sadly sings
Little Flower, remember me, and she raises her thumb
Little Flower, remember me, sings the ghost of the Little Karoo
Little Flower, remember me, and she raises her thumb
Little Flower, remember me, sings the ghost of the Little Karoo...
The travelers passing Uniondale, have often picked her up
And further on, so out of the blue, she disappears into the blowing wind
So as you wander along the long road in the evening
Over the passes, at midnight
Beware of the ghost of the Little Karoo,
Unless you go ghost hunting
And the Kammanasie Mountain howls and cries, as the stones roll down the hill
And the ghost girl of the Uniondale, who hitchhikes and sadly sings
Little Flower, remember me, and she raises her thumb
Little Flower, remember me, sings the ghost of the Little Karoo
Little Flower, remember me, and she raises her thumb
Little Flower, remember me, sings the ghost of the Little Karoo
Little Flower, remember me, sings the ghost of the Little Karoo
Little Flower, remember me, sings the ghost of the Little Karoo