I hear the drums echoing tonight,
But she hears only whispers of some quiet conversation.
She's coming in 12:30 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 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
That's nothing more than 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
The 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
As sure as Kalimanjaro rises like Olympus above the Serangetti
I seek 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
That's nothing more than 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 it's waiting there for you
It's gonna take a lot to drag me away from you
That's nothing more than a hundred men or more could ever do
I bless the rains down in Africa, I passed some rains down in Africa
I bless the rains down in Africa, I passed some rains down in Africa
I bless the rains down in Africa
Gonna take some time to do the things we never had
