THE CALL OF AFRICA
When you've acquired a taste for dust
The scent of our first rain
You're hooked for life on Africa
And you'll not be right again
Till you can watch the setting moon
And hear the jackals' bark
And know that they're around you
Waiting in the dark
When you long to see the elephants
Or to hear the Coucal's song
When the moonrise sets your blood on fire
You've been away too long
It's time to cut the traces loose
And let your heart go free
Beyond that far horizon
Where your spirit yearns to be
Africa is waiting ... come!
Since you've touched the open sky
And learned to love the rustling grass
The wild fish eagle's cry
You'll always hunger for the bush
For the lion's rasping roar
To camp at last beneath the stars
And to be at peace once more
When you've acquired a taste for dust
The scent of our first rain
You're hooked for life on Africa
And you'll not be right again
Till you can watch the setting moon
And hear the jackals' bark
And know that they're around you
Waiting in the dark
When you long to see the elephants
Or to hear the Coucal's song
When the moonrise sets your blood on fire
You've been away too long
It's time to cut the traces loose
And let your heart go free
Beyond that far horizon
Where your spirit yearns to be
Africa is waiting ... come!
Since you've touched the open sky
And learned to love the rustling grass
The wild fish eagle's cry
You'll always hunger for the bush
For the lion's rasping roar
To camp at last beneath the stars
And to be at peace once more