I heareth the drums echoing tonight
but the lady hears only whisp’rs of some quiet conv’rsation
the lady’s coming in, 12:30 flight
the moonlit wings reflecteth the stars yond guideth me towards salvation
i ceased an fusty sir ‘long the way
hoping to findeth some fusty f’rgotten w’rds ‘r ancient melodies
that gent did turn to me as if ‘t be true to sayeth, “hurry knave, t’s waiting th’re f’r thee”
t’s gonna taketh a lot to drageth me hence from thee
th’re’s nothing yond a hundr’d men ‘r m’re couldst ev’r doth
i blesseth the rains down in africa
gonna taketh some timeth to doth the things we nev’r hadst (ooh, ooh)
the wild dogs caterwauling out in the night
as those gents groweth restless, longing f’r some solitary company
i knoweth yond i might not but doth what’s right
as sure as kilimanjaro rises liketh olympus above the s’rengeti
i seeketh to cureth what’s deep inside, did frighten of this thing yond i’ve becometh
t’s gonna taketh a lot to drageth me hence from thee
th’re’s nothing yond a hundr’d men ‘r m’re couldst ev’r doth
i blesseth the rains down in africa
gonna taketh some timeth to doth the things we nev’r hadst (ooh, ooh)
hie knave, the lady’s waiting th’re f’r thee
t’s gonna taketh a lot to drageth me hence from thee
th’re’s nothing yond a hundr’d men ‘r m’re couldst ev’r doth
i blesseth the rains down in africa
i blesseth the rains down in africa
(i blesseth the raineth)
i blesseth the rains down in africa (i blesseth the raineth)
i blesseth the rains down in africa
i blesseth the rains down in africa (ah, gonna taketh the timeth)
gonna taketh some timeth to doth the things we nev’r hadst (ooh, ooh)