Here is a chance    I can see it in the glance    Oh there's a new found passion for the land in an African band    Stab him in the back    Breaking of the bones    Cover my eyes    But the ears can hear the sounds of thunder    Is the rhythm... coming home?    Is the rhythm... coming home?    Hush now my angel or don't say a word    As I'm no longer cold but I'm warmed by the thought and I'm stilled in my heart and stronger by will    One too many and thousand is not enough    This love is no surprise    This is an African Sunrise    Up, up whole world    Is the rhythm... coming home?    Is the rhythm... coming home?    Here is a chance    I can see it in the glance    For my found passion...    Hush now my angel or don't say a word    As I'm no longer cold but I'm warmed by the thought and I'm stilled in my heart and stronged by will    One too many and thousand is not enough    This love is no surprise    This is an African Sunrise    Up, up whole world    If you see her, will you tell her    Is the rhythm... coming home?    Is the rhythm... coming home?    Fat... rhythm...