Old soldier from Rhodesia
Packed his things and went his way
Made a new life for himself
In Arizona U.S.A

But he kept his cammo jacket
Though it was a little torn
From those contacts in the valley
That they fought amongst the thorn

One day in that cammo jacket
He found memories of the war
A photograph, a dog-tag
And a piece of two by four

And while going through the pockets
He felt in his trembling hands
A thorn seed that he planted
In the Arizona sands

Now there's an Enkeldoorn in Arizona
Growing in the Arizona sand
Like that Enkeldoorn, that old soldier
Is growing in his newfound land

Now the tree has grown taller
And the years are passing by
And there's a red flame-lily sunset
In the Arizona sky

And he thinks of all the old times
His shamwaries and the war
And the tattered cammo jacket
Still hangs behind the door

Now there's an Enkeldoorn in Arizona
Growing in the Arizona sand
Like that Enkeldoorn, that old soldier
Is growing in his new found land

Now there's an Enkeldoorn in Arizona
Growing in the Arizona sand
Like that Enkeldoorn, that old soldier
Is growing in his new found land