Staring out at the rain with a heavy heart
It's the end of the world in my mind
Then your voice pulls me back like a wake up call
I've been looking for the answer
Somewhere
I couldn't see that it was right there
In tribal dwelling I lie in cool shade
From heaven opened falling the sweet rain.
From danger hiding between her sharp claws
A shadow is moving bow to the voodoo law.
Africa
charms me with her power
. . .
