I hear the [bad word] echoing tonight 
But she hears only whispers of some quiet conversation  [bad word] in 12:30 flight 
The moonlit 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 
 [bad word]  
It's gonna take a lot to take me away from you 
There's nothing that a hundred men or more could ever do 
I bless the rains down in Africa 
Gonna take some time to do the things we never have 

The wild dogs cry out in the night 
As they grow restless longing for some [bad word] 
I know that I must do what's right 
As sure as Kilimanjaro rises like Olympus above the Serengeti 
I seek to cure what's deep inside, frightened of this thing that I've [bad word] 
 [bad word] 

Hurry boy, she's waiting there for you 

It's gonna take a lot to take me away from you 
There's nothing that a hundred men or more could ever do 
I bless the rains down in Africa, I bless the rains down in Africa 
I bless the rains down in Africa, I bless the rains down in Africa 
I bless the rains down in Africa 
Gonna take some time to do the things we never have