i hear the drums echoing tonight

but she hears 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 or ancinet 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

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 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 kilimanjaro 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

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 had

hurry boy she's waiting there for you

it's 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 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