Solo: 1.Well, Jo^Channa, she runs to ^Fcountry, She runs in ^CDurban and the Trans^Gvaal. She makes a ^Cfew of her people ^Fhappy, Oh, she don°t ^Ccare about the ^G7rest at ^Call. She°s got a system they call apartheid, It keeps a brother in a subjection, But maybe pressure will make johanna see How everybody could a live as one. Ref: Gimme hope, Johanna, hope, Johanna, gimme hope, Johanna for the mourning come. Gimmy hope, Johanna, hope, Johanna, Hope before the mourning comes. 2.I hear she makes all the golden money To buy naw weapons, any shape of guns, While every mother in a black Soweto fears The killing of another son. Sneakin° across all the neighbours borders, Now and again having little fun, She doesn°t care if the fun and games she play Is dangerous to everyone. Ref: Gimme hope, ... Solo: 3.She°s got supporters in high up places Who turn their heads to the city sun, Johanna, give them the fancy money, Oh, to tempt anyone who°d come. She even knows how to swing opinion In every magazine and the journals. For every bad move that this Johanna make They got a good explanation. Ref: Gimme hope, ... 4.Even the preacher who works for Jesus, The archbishop who°s a peaceful man, Together say that the freedom fighters Will overcome the very strong. I wanna know if you°re blind, Johanna, If you wanna hear the sound of drums. Can°t you see that the tide is turning, Oh, don°t make me wait till the mourning come. Ref: /: Gimmy hope, Johanna, ... /: Fine.