| Song | In My African Dream |
| Artist | Johnny Clegg & Savuka |
| Album | Heat Dust & Dreams |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Clegg | |
| Something broke the place where the rain is bornb | |
| Something stole the promise from the light of dawn | |
| People, people were everywhere struggling to get their share | |
| Honest cruelty in the eyes of the innocent | |
| Squeezing one more harvest from this tired earth | |
| They call to you, but the wind just blows away their words | |
| Didn't believe in miracles, didn't believe you'd come | |
| Didn't see any reason to carry on | |
| Chorus: | |
| But in my african dream, you touched my face | |
| Raised up my children and gave them grace | |
| In my african dream you wiped away my tears | |
| And whispered the promise of a thousand years | |
| Children with eyes like souls ready to fly | |
| Looking at me -- for some kind of sacred sign | |
| Who will teach the young, the names of the ancient ones | |
| Who will tell them from whence they come | |
| I have no answer, don't even have a prayer | |
| All i can do is close my eyes and hope that you will be thre | |
| In my african dream you blessed the rain | |
| Let me stand proud, eased the pain, | |
| You raised me up, | |
| Gave me love, filled my cup. | |
| Old man sits in the shade of the thorn treee | |
| He says "these thorns are all that are true | |
| Life is suffering, suffering is life, | |
| Be happy with the small things that come to you | |
| They will come to you, come to you." | |
| Chorus |
| zuo qu : Clegg | |
| Something broke the place where the rain is bornb | |
| Something stole the promise from the light of dawn | |
| People, people were everywhere struggling to get their share | |
| Honest cruelty in the eyes of the innocent | |
| Squeezing one more harvest from this tired earth | |
| They call to you, but the wind just blows away their words | |
| Didn' t believe in miracles, didn' t believe you' d come | |
| Didn' t see any reason to carry on | |
| Chorus: | |
| But in my african dream, you touched my face | |
| Raised up my children and gave them grace | |
| In my african dream you wiped away my tears | |
| And whispered the promise of a thousand years | |
| Children with eyes like souls ready to fly | |
| Looking at me for some kind of sacred sign | |
| Who will teach the young, the names of the ancient ones | |
| Who will tell them from whence they come | |
| I have no answer, don' t even have a prayer | |
| All i can do is close my eyes and hope that you will be thre | |
| In my african dream you blessed the rain | |
| Let me stand proud, eased the pain, | |
| You raised me up, | |
| Gave me love, filled my cup. | |
| Old man sits in the shade of the thorn treee | |
| He says " these thorns are all that are true | |
| Life is suffering, suffering is life, | |
| Be happy with the small things that come to you | |
| They will come to you, come to you." | |
| Chorus |
| zuò qǔ : Clegg | |
| Something broke the place where the rain is bornb | |
| Something stole the promise from the light of dawn | |
| People, people were everywhere struggling to get their share | |
| Honest cruelty in the eyes of the innocent | |
| Squeezing one more harvest from this tired earth | |
| They call to you, but the wind just blows away their words | |
| Didn' t believe in miracles, didn' t believe you' d come | |
| Didn' t see any reason to carry on | |
| Chorus: | |
| But in my african dream, you touched my face | |
| Raised up my children and gave them grace | |
| In my african dream you wiped away my tears | |
| And whispered the promise of a thousand years | |
| Children with eyes like souls ready to fly | |
| Looking at me for some kind of sacred sign | |
| Who will teach the young, the names of the ancient ones | |
| Who will tell them from whence they come | |
| I have no answer, don' t even have a prayer | |
| All i can do is close my eyes and hope that you will be thre | |
| In my african dream you blessed the rain | |
| Let me stand proud, eased the pain, | |
| You raised me up, | |
| Gave me love, filled my cup. | |
| Old man sits in the shade of the thorn treee | |
| He says " these thorns are all that are true | |
| Life is suffering, suffering is life, | |
| Be happy with the small things that come to you | |
| They will come to you, come to you." | |
| Chorus |