Sy woon siel alleen in die woestyn
Drink elke aand haar glasie wyn
Sy't bokke, skape, beeste, maar geen sein
En haar naam, is Bettie Steyn
Oooh
Sy's vroeg op die stoep
Wag vir die son om op te kom
Span die drade, kyk die damme
Wag vir Alwyn om te blom
En soms sal sy soos mis voor die son verdwyn
Net want sy kan
Sy's Bettie Steyn
Oooh Oh Oh
Oooh Oh Oh Ooh Ooh oh oh
Die sproete op Bettie se gesig
Vertel stories van die Boesmanland sonlig
Haar bokke, skape, beeste kry soms swaar
Maar sy bly bedaard
Want sy's Bettie Steyn
Sy's vroeg op die stoep
Wag vir die son om op te kom
Span die drade, kyk die damme
Wag vir Alwyn om te blom
En soms sal sy soos mis voor die son verdwyn
Net want sy kan
Sy's Bettie Steyn"Suspicious" Fluit)
Sy woon siel alleen in die woestyn
Drink elke aan haar glasie wyn
Sy't bokke, skape, beeste, maar geen sein
En haar naam, is Bettie Steyn
Christi van Niekerk - Bettie Steyn Lyrics
Christi van Niekerk - Bettie Steyn Lyrics
Official
She lives all alone in the desert
Drinks her little glass of wine every evening
She has goats, sheep, cattle, but no sign
And her name is Bettie Steyn
Oooh
She's up early on the porch
Waiting for the sun to rise
Strung the wires, looks at the dams
Waiting for Alwyn to bloom
And sometimes she'll disappear like mist before the sun
Just because she can
She's Bettie Steyn
Oooh Oh Oh
Oooh Oh Oh Ooh Ooh oh oh
The freckles on Bettie's face
Tell stories of the Boesmanland sunlight
Her goats, sheep, cattle sometimes have it tough
But she remains calm
Because she's Bettie Steyn
She's up early on the porch
Waiting for the sun to rise
Strung the wires, looks at the dams
Waiting for Alwyn to bloom
And sometimes she'll disappear like mist before the sun
Just because she can
She's Bettie Steyn (Suspicious whistle)
She lives all alone in the desert
Drinks her little glass of wine every evening
She has goats, sheep, cattle, but no sign
And her name is Bettie Steyn
Drinks her little glass of wine every evening
She has goats, sheep, cattle, but no sign
And her name is Bettie Steyn
Oooh
She's up early on the porch
Waiting for the sun to rise
Strung the wires, looks at the dams
Waiting for Alwyn to bloom
And sometimes she'll disappear like mist before the sun
Just because she can
She's Bettie Steyn
Oooh Oh Oh
Oooh Oh Oh Ooh Ooh oh oh
The freckles on Bettie's face
Tell stories of the Boesmanland sunlight
Her goats, sheep, cattle sometimes have it tough
But she remains calm
Because she's Bettie Steyn
She's up early on the porch
Waiting for the sun to rise
Strung the wires, looks at the dams
Waiting for Alwyn to bloom
And sometimes she'll disappear like mist before the sun
Just because she can
She's Bettie Steyn (Suspicious whistle)
She lives all alone in the desert
Drinks her little glass of wine every evening
She has goats, sheep, cattle, but no sign
And her name is Bettie Steyn
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Afrikaans
Sy woon siel alleen in die woestyn
Drink elke aand haar glasie wyn
Sy't bokke, skape, beeste, maar geen sein
En haar naam, is Bettie Steyn
Oooh
Sy's vroeg op die stoep
Wag vir die son om op te kom
Span die drade, kyk die damme
Wag vir Alwyn om te blom
En soms sal sy soos mis voor die son verdwyn
Net want sy kan
Sy's Bettie Steyn
Oooh Oh Oh
Oooh Oh Oh Ooh Ooh oh oh
Die sproete op Bettie se gesig
Vertel stories van die Boesmanland sonlig
Haar bokke, skape, beeste kry soms swaar
Maar sy bly bedaard
Want sy's Bettie Steyn
Sy's vroeg op die stoep
Wag vir die son om op te kom
Span die drade, kyk die damme
Wag vir Alwyn om te blom
En soms sal sy soos mis voor die son verdwyn
Net want sy kan
Sy's Bettie Steyn"Suspicious" Fluit)
Sy woon siel alleen in die woestyn
Drink elke aan haar glasie wyn
Sy't bokke, skape, beeste, maar geen sein
En haar naam, is Bettie Steyn
Drink elke aand haar glasie wyn
Sy't bokke, skape, beeste, maar geen sein
En haar naam, is Bettie Steyn
Oooh
Sy's vroeg op die stoep
Wag vir die son om op te kom
Span die drade, kyk die damme
Wag vir Alwyn om te blom
En soms sal sy soos mis voor die son verdwyn
Net want sy kan
Sy's Bettie Steyn
Oooh Oh Oh
Oooh Oh Oh Ooh Ooh oh oh
Die sproete op Bettie se gesig
Vertel stories van die Boesmanland sonlig
Haar bokke, skape, beeste kry soms swaar
Maar sy bly bedaard
Want sy's Bettie Steyn
Sy's vroeg op die stoep
Wag vir die son om op te kom
Span die drade, kyk die damme
Wag vir Alwyn om te blom
En soms sal sy soos mis voor die son verdwyn
Net want sy kan
Sy's Bettie Steyn"Suspicious" Fluit)
Sy woon siel alleen in die woestyn
Drink elke aan haar glasie wyn
Sy't bokke, skape, beeste, maar geen sein
En haar naam, is Bettie Steyn
English
She lives all alone in the desert
Drinks her little glass of wine every evening
She has goats, sheep, cattle, but no sign
And her name is Bettie Steyn
Oooh
She's up early on the porch
Waiting for the sun to rise
Strung the wires, looks at the dams
Waiting for Alwyn to bloom
And sometimes she'll disappear like mist before the sun
Just because she can
She's Bettie Steyn
Oooh Oh Oh
Oooh Oh Oh Ooh Ooh oh oh
The freckles on Bettie's face
Tell stories of the Boesmanland sunlight
Her goats, sheep, cattle sometimes have it tough
But she remains calm
Because she's Bettie Steyn
She's up early on the porch
Waiting for the sun to rise
Strung the wires, looks at the dams
Waiting for Alwyn to bloom
And sometimes she'll disappear like mist before the sun
Just because she can
She's Bettie Steyn (Suspicious whistle)
She lives all alone in the desert
Drinks her little glass of wine every evening
She has goats, sheep, cattle, but no sign
And her name is Bettie Steyn
Drinks her little glass of wine every evening
She has goats, sheep, cattle, but no sign
And her name is Bettie Steyn
Oooh
She's up early on the porch
Waiting for the sun to rise
Strung the wires, looks at the dams
Waiting for Alwyn to bloom
And sometimes she'll disappear like mist before the sun
Just because she can
She's Bettie Steyn
Oooh Oh Oh
Oooh Oh Oh Ooh Ooh oh oh
The freckles on Bettie's face
Tell stories of the Boesmanland sunlight
Her goats, sheep, cattle sometimes have it tough
But she remains calm
Because she's Bettie Steyn
She's up early on the porch
Waiting for the sun to rise
Strung the wires, looks at the dams
Waiting for Alwyn to bloom
And sometimes she'll disappear like mist before the sun
Just because she can
She's Bettie Steyn (Suspicious whistle)
She lives all alone in the desert
Drinks her little glass of wine every evening
She has goats, sheep, cattle, but no sign
And her name is Bettie Steyn
Writer: Johan Viljoen, Christi van Niekerk
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Performed By: Christi van Niekerk
Language: Afrikaans
Length: 2:22
Written by: Johan Viljoen, Christi van Niekerk