Near the town of Fort Victoria beneath the shade and sun.
You will find a little cemetery, with crosses twenty one.
Hills of granite stand around as sentinels so bold and true
Over all the graves of those who braved the hazards with Selous.
Tell me now you granite mountains, so immovable yet free.
How many crosses in this valley, how many crosses should there be?
Near the town of Fort Victoria, a highway and a fence
Wind their way through hill and mountain down the Pass of Providence.
When you travel there remember, as you ramble down the grades,
'Bout the ones who first came up there with the horses and the spades.
Tell me now you granite mountains, so immovable yet free.
How many crosses in this valley, how many crosses should there be?
Near the town of Fort Victoria you can still hear the bell,
Once the bell that rang the warning of the Matabele yell.
Now it rings a message out of hope for those who care to see
The meaning of the crosses standing in that lonely cemetery.
Tell me now you granite mountains, so immovable yet free.
How many crosses in this valley, how many crosses should there be?
How many crosses in this valley, how many crosses should there be?