In Africa

Holy cows, holy sheep, old men praying in the street

The fetisher who lives on peoples' fear

The farmer standing in the sun, sowing seeds one by one

And I was born ago 4000 years

In Africa

There's a miller down the road, the children carry heavy loads

A rooster wakes me in the morn

The market women come and go. a forger hammers out a hoe

And I ago 200 years was born

In Africa

It's old it's new but we can cope (chorus)

It goes in steps instead of slopes

But we're all big enough to climb the stair

Some would say that we're not free

But I'm not sure that I agree

And I don't really seem to care

In Africa

You can find the modern scene with cars that run on gasoline

Down the road is all you have to go

People dancing in the night to modern music, electric lights

And I was born 3 weeks ago

In Africa

(chorus)

I light my way by lantern light, and take a ride on a motor bike

And speak a language older than the hill

It's old it's new but I can cope, I'll take the steps instead of slopes

And I'll be born tomorrow, yes I will

In Africa