Africa Calls to Me

Africa calls to me

And I hear her voice

In the beat of drums that echo the rhythm of my days

And the lilt of songs that rock the lullaby of my nights

In the twist of tales that guide the journey of my ways

And the sigh of breath that swirls the dance of my flights

Africa speaks to me

And I listen to her words

In the surging roar of the lion that awakens my belief

And the silly laugh of the hyena that helps me to cope

In the soft rumble of the elephant that fills me with relief

And the gentle stir of the gorilla that revives my hope

Zeekoevlei