A       Dbm  [4x]


B                           Ebm     Abm

I hear the drums echoing tonight.

B                 A                 Dbm         Abm   A  Dbm

She has only whispers of some quiet conversation.

She's coming in, twelve-thirty flight.

The moonlight winds reflect the stars that guide me toward salvation.

I stopped an old man along the way.

Hoping to find some old forgotten words of ancient melodies.

B                 Eb7             Abm                      A                          Dbm

He turned to me as if to say, “Hurry, boy, it's waiting there for you!”



Gbm             D                       A           E

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.

Gbm                      D                 A       Dbm  E  Gbm  A  Dbm

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,

Sure as Kilimanjaro rises like Olympus above the Serengetti.

I seek to cure what's deep inside,

Frightened of this thing that I've become.




B        Ebm   Abm   B        A       Dbm   Abm   A       Dbm


B        Eb7    Abm   A       Dbm

                   “Hurry, boy, it's waiting there for you!”


CHORUS:  [2x]