...nanananana...
...nanananna...
...nanananana...
...nanananna...
Though I walk through
warm sands in Africa,
winds will grow soon
to storms in Africa.
How far to go ...nananana..
I cannot say. ...nananana..
How many more...nananana..
Will journey this way?
Dark skies fall on
black earth and ivory.
Far from your sun
clouds now close over me.
How far to go...nananana..
I cannot say....nananana..
How many more ...nananana..
Will journey this way?
Storms have come!