We crossed Zimbabwe’s boarder Flew over the dry fields of my homeland Coming into Joburb the Santon Swimming poolscom and Soweto shacks Airports and railway stations stranded with a ratpack and guitar The languages and the places change And the sky has different stars I may be walking through the streets of a city called London But the dust on my boots and the rhythm of my feet and my heartbeat Say Africa I may be walking in the streets of a city called Amsterdam But the dust on my boots and the rhythm of my feet and my heartbeat Say Africa, Say Africa, Say Africa… Sticks and stones and the UN loans and passport controls For countries that don’t exist It’s a big world and they have their own problems everywhere And there’s gold in that clenched fist People ask me where I’m from I say Mamelodi township In City called Tshwane meaning ‘we are the same’ I have a great friend who is a great musician And he’s from Ebayi, near King Williams Town You know where Steve Biko was born You might have read or seen a film about Africa You know it’s a big continent With the great gift of Ubuntu I may be walking through the streets of a city called London But the dust on my boots and the rhythm of my feet and my heartbeat Say Africa I may be walking in the streets of a city called Amsterdam But the dust on my boots and the rhythm of my feet and my heartbeat Say Africa, Say Africa, Say Africa… Africa!