All twinklin’ lee Can’t see the right rose when the streams abate The old slave men might grind slow But it grinds fine, yeah African herbsman, why
Bend down low Let me tell you what I know now Bend down low Let me tell you what I know, what I know, what I know Long time, we no have no nice time
All twinklin' lee Can't see the right roads when the streets are paved The old slave men might grind slow But it grinds fine, yeah African herbsman,
Huh, please don't you rock my boat 'Cause I don't want my boat to be rockin' anyhow Please don't you rock my boat, no 'Cause I don't want my boat to be
Ooh-ooh Old Mr. Joe, he build a house away On top of some hill Old Mr. Joe knew he had to go, so he He got right down and wrote bank will He say now,
Woh oh Push on through Woh oh Lord, I got to keep on moving Lord, I got to get on down Lord, I've got to keep on grooving Where I can't be found (Where
Why's this fussing and a-fighting? I wanna know, lord, I wanna know Why's this bumping and a-boring? I wanna know, lord, I wanna know now We should
You've been riding You've been riding quite a while, child (keep on riding, keep on riding) You've been jiving Like a peacock, that's your style (keep
There you are, cryin' again But your loveliness won't cover your shame There you are, you're takin' true love And while you're takin' true love, you given
One good thing about music, when it hits you (you feel no pain) Oh, oh, I say, one good thing about music, when it hits you (you feel no pain) Hit me
El otro dia fuimos al parque a ver la galeria de arte, y cuando termino la manana pasamos a comprar africanas. Cargue con un cartucho contento para
Amazingly Beautiful Creatures Dancing Excites the Forest Glade, in my Heart how I do Jump like the Kudo Listen to the Music so Nice the Organ Plays.
Africa's inside me, taking back her child She's giving me my pride and setting me free Africa's inside me, taking back her child She's giving me my pride
Instrumental Words & Music : Simple Minds (C) EMI Publishing Ltd Reproduced without permission
pam dem a teef all de goal and dem a look fi diman a de roots of the life dat you mus understand anna deso me come from misa champion mi seh afrikan afrikan afrikan
Through the eyes of a child there's no wrong or right No reason to hate, no need for a fight No color, no creed, no malice, no greed Till the child becomes
Driving down the road under the southern light Looking back to see where we've come from As we watched the sun go down Rain it fell like diamonds from
Woh nah, na, na, nah, na, nigh, woh deh, deh, woh Greetings, is like the first good mankind On hurt hurt ever pray to is the sun, woh, deh, deh Den di
