I hear the drums echoin' tonight

she hears only whispers of some quiet conversation

she's coming in, twelve-thirty flight.

moonlight wings reflect the stars that guide me toward salvation

i stopped an old man along the way,

hoping to find some old forgotten words or ancient melodies

he turns 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

there's nothing but 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 the grow restless longing for some solitary company

i know that i must do whats right

sure as kilimanjaro rises like olympus above the serengeti

i seem to cure whats deep inside

frightened of this thing that i've become



it's gonna take a lot to drag me away from you

there's nothing but a hundred man or more could ever do

i bless the rains down in africa

gonna take some time to do the things we never had