Land lies dry - Africa.
And the clouds roll by - Africa.

I held you every night,
I believed in all you'd say,
Now the dust blows in my eyes,
But those dreams won't fade away.

The sky burns red - Africa.
Don't you cry - Africa.

Africa.
When you cry it rains - Africa.

Still the children smile - Africa.
When you cry it rains - Africa.
When the wild dogs howl - Africa.
Still the clouds roll by - Africa.