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 an 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 grow restless longing for some solitary company 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, boys, 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 etc…
