| When I was a young boy | |
| I was raised in | |
| Africa In a little village | |
| Deep in the heart of | |
| Kenya I remember one time | |
| I was outside hunting game | |
| When I heard the thunder | |
| Of a storm that frightened me | |
| Suddenly All around me darkness | |
| And I could feel | |
| Something evil near me | |
| Closing in | |
| So I started running | |
| I tried to hide | |
| But it overcame me | |
| I became a prisoner of | |
| The spell that entered me | |
| And the same thing happened | |
| To my friends and family | |
| In the year that followed | |
| Drought and famine filled the land | |
| Many days of sorrow | |
| Endless nights of burning pain | |
| Suddenly A light appeared before me | |
| And I could see | |
| The virgin shining on me | |
| And in her arms | |
| Was the child inside me | |
| And I could feel | |
| Everlasting freedom all around me |