I hear the drums echoing tonight
And she has only whispers of some quiet
conversation
She's coming in, twelve-thirty flight
The moonlit wings reflect the stars that guide me
towards salvation
I stopped and old man along the way
Hoping to find some long-forgotten words for ancient
melodies
He turned to me as if to say
"Hurry, boy, it's waiting there for you"
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 have
for you
The wild dogs cry out in the night
As they grown restless longing for some solitary
company
I know I must do what's right
Sure as Kilimanjaro rises like a limbless above the sad
Kenya
I seek to cure what's deep inside
Frightened of this thing that I've become
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 have
for you
Hurry, boy, she's waiting there for you
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 have
for you