I hear the drums echoing tonight
But she hears only whispers of some quiet conversation
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
There's nothing that a hundred men or more could ever do
I bless the rains down in Afr--ica
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
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 Afr--ica
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 Afr--ica
I passed some rains down in Africa