Wednesday, December 24, 2014

Africa



I hear the drums echoing tonight
But she hears only whispers 
Of some quiet
Conversation
She's coming in
Twelve-thirty flight
Her moonlit wings 
Reflect the stars 
That guide me towards
Salvation
I stopped an old man along the way
Hoping to find some 
Old forgotten words
Or ancient melodies
He turned to me
As if to say:
"Hurry boy, it's waiting there for you"

It's gonna take a lot
To drag me away from you
There's nothing that
A hundred men 
Or more 
Could ever do
I bless the rains
Down in Africa
Gonna take some time 
To do the things
We never had



The wild dogs cry out in the night
As they grow restless 
Longing for some solitary 
Company
I know that I must do
What's right
Sure as Kilimanjaro rises 
Like Olympus
Above the Serengeti
I seek to cure what's deep inside, 
Frightened of this thing 
That I've become

It's gonna take a lot
To drag me away from you
There's nothing that
A hundred men 
Or more
Could ever do
I bless the rains
Down in Africa
Gonna take some time 
To do the things
We never had



Hurry boy,
She's waiting there for you...

It's gonna take a lot
To drag me away from you
There's nothing that
A hundred men 
Or more
Could ever do
I bless the rains down in Africa
I bless the rains 
Down in Africa
I bless the rains down 
In Africa
I bless the rains down in 
Africa
I bless 
The rains down in Africa
Gonna take some time 
To do the things
We never had...


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