I hear the drums echoin' tonight   but she hears only whispers of some quiet conversation   she's coming in, twelve-thirty flight.   Her moonlight wings reflect the stars that guide me   toward salvation   I stopped an old man along the way,   hoping to find some old forgotten words or ancient   melodies   he turns to me as if to say: hurry boy it's waiting there for   you      it's gonna take a lot to drag me away from you   there's nothing but a hundred men or more could ever do   I bless the rains down in africa   gonna take some time to do the things we never had      Wild dogs cry out in the night   as the grow restless longing for some solitary company   I know that I must do whats right   As sure as Kilimanjaro rises like Olympus above the   Serengeti   I seem to cure whats deep inside   frightened of this thing that I've become      it's gonna take a lot to drag me away from you   there's nothing but a hundred man or more could ever do   I bless the rains down in africa   gonna take some time to do the things we never had