Born in Africa

I can feel you in my bones

My blood running through your veins

As the winds of changes are shifting

In the cold London rain

I know the time is coming

You've been too long on the run

You were born in Africa

It's time to come home my son!

I'll always be your father

Right down to the bitter end

But most of all, I long to be

Your best friend

Time has changed everything

From the moment that you left home

All those years are gone forever

Like the ghost wind and the rolling stone

I know the time is coming

You've been too long on the run

You were born in Africa

It's time to come home, my son

I'll always be your father

Right down to the bitter end

Most of all I long to be, your best friend