Lyrics:

I hear the drums echoing tonight,
But she hears only whispers of some quiet conversation,
Shes coming in twelve-thirty flight,
Her 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 memories,
He turned to me as if to say, Hurry boy, its waiting there for you,

Gonna to take a lot to drag me away from you,
Theres nothing that a hundred men or more could ever do,
Ill bless the rains down in Africa,
Going to take some time to do the things we never had;

Wild dogs cry out in the night,
As they 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 seek to cure whats deep inside,
Frightened of this thing that Ive become,

Gonna to take a lot to drag me away from you,
Theres nothing that a hundred men or more could ever do,
Ill bless the rains down in Africa,
Going to take some time to do the things we never had;

Hurry boy, shes waiting there for you,

Gonna take a lot to drag me away from you,
Theres nothing that a hundred men or more could ever do,
Ill bless the rains down in Africa,
Ill bless the rains down in Africa,
Ill bless the rains down in Africa,
Ill bless the rains down in Africa,
Ill bless the rains down in Africa,
Going take some time to do the things we never had....