I hear the drums echoing tonight
But she hears only whispers of some quiet conversation
She's coming in twelve-thirty flight
Her moonlight wings reflect the stars that guide me towards salvation
I stopped an old man along the way
Hoping to find some old forgotten words or ancient melodies
He turned to me as if to say:
"Hurry boy, it's waiting there for you"
It's gonna take a lot to drag me away from you
There's nothing that a hundred men or more could ever do
wings
whispers
waiting
turned
hundred
hurry
hears
there
inside
frightened
bless
reflect
gonna
hoping
flight
stopped
echoing
africa
drums
right
ancient
along
above
longing
become
solitary
could
company
salvation
tonight
guide
conversation
twelve
things
forgotten
kilimanjaro
words
melodies
coming
moonlight
rises
night
thing
nothing
olympus
quiet
rains
serengeti
restless
never
stars
towards
thirty
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