Here is a chance
I can see it in the glance
Oh there's a new found passion for the land in an African band

Stab him in the back
Breaking of the bones
Cover my eyes

But the ears can hear the sounds of thunder
Is the rhythm... coming home?
Is the rhythm... coming home?

Hush now my angel or don't say a word
As I'm no longer cold but I'm warmed by the thought and I'm stilled in my heart and stronger by will
One too many and thousand is not enough

This love is no surprise
This is an African Sunrise
Up, up whole world


Is the rhythm... coming home?
Is the rhythm... coming home?

Here is a chance
I can see it in the glance
For my found passion...

Hush now my angel or don't say a word
As I'm no longer cold but I'm warmed by the thought and I'm stilled in my heart and stronged by will
One too many and thousand is not enough

This love is no surprise
This is an African Sunrise
Up, up whole world

If you see her, will you tell her
Is the rhythm... coming home?
Is the rhythm... coming home?

Fat... rhythm...