| D | F#m | Bm |
| I hear the drums | echoing ton | ight |
| Bm7 | C/G | Em7 | Bm | C | Bm | Em |
| She hears only whi | spers of some | quiet conver | sat | ion | → | |
| D | F#m | Bm |
| She’s coming | in, twelve thirty f | light |
| Bm7 | C/G | Em7 | Bm | C | Bm | Em |
| The | moonlit wings | reflect the stars that | guide me toward sa | lvati | on | → | |
| D | F#m | Bm |
| I stopped an ol | d man along the | way |
| Bm7 | C/G | Em7 | Bm | C | Bm | Em |
| Hoping to find some | old forgotten w | ords or ancient m | elodi | es | → | |
| D | F#m | Bm | C | Bm | Em |
| He turned to me | as if to | say ”hurry boy, it’s | waiting there for you“ | → | |
| Am | F | C | G |
| It’s gonna take a lot | to drag me a | way from | you |
| Am | F | C | G |
| There’s nothing that a h | undred men or | more could ever | do |
| Am | F | C | G |
| I bless the r | ains down in | Af | rica |
| Am | F | C | Em | G | Am |
| Gonna take some | time to do the t | hings we never | had | | , ooo |
| D | F#m | Bm |
| The wild dogs | cry out in the | night |
| Bm7 | C/G | Em7 | Bm | C | Bm | Em |
| As | they grow restless | longing for some | solitary | compa | ny | → | |
| D | F#m | Bm |
| I know that | I must do what’s | right |
| Bm7 | C/G | Em7 | Bm | C | Bm | Em |
| As sure as | Kilimanjaro | rises like | Olympus above the | Serenge | ti | → | |
| D | F#m | Bm |
| I seek to | cure what’s deep in | side |
| Bm | C | Bm | Em |
| Frightened of this | thing that I’ve become | → | |
| Am | F | C | G |
| It’s gonna take a lot | to drag me a | way from | you |
| Am | F | C | G |
| There’s nothing that a h | undred men or | more could ever | do |
| Am | F | C | G |
| I bless the | rains down in | Af | rica |
| Am | F | C | Em | G | Am |
| Gonna take some | time to do the t | hings we never | had | | , ooo |
| D | F#m | Bm | Bm7 | C/G | Em7 | Bm | C | Bm | Em |
| | | | | | | | | → | |
| D | F#m | Bm | C | Bm | Em |
| | | Hurry boy, she’s | waiting there for you | → | |
| Am | F | C | G |
| It’s gonna take a lot | to drag me a | way from | you |
| Am | F | C | G |
| There’s nothing that a | hundred men or | more could ever | do |
| Am | F | C | G |
| I bless the | rains down in | Af | rica |
| Am | F | C | G |
| I bless the | rains down in | Af | rica |
| Am | F | C | G |
| I bless the | rains down in | Af | rica |
| Am | F | C | G |
| I bless the | rains down in | Af | rica |
| Am | F | C | G |
| I bless the | rains down in | Af | rica |
| Am | F | C | Em | G | Am |
| Gonna take some | time to do the t | hings we never | had | | , ooh |