I hear the drums echoing tonight.
She hears only whispers of some
quiet conversation.
She is coming in twelve thirty flight.
Moonlit wings reflect the stars
that guide me towards salvation.
I stopped an old man along the way
hoping to find some long 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.
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 seem 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 is 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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