Say Africa

We crossed zimbabwe’s boarder

Flew over the dry fields of my homeland

Coming into joburb the santon swimming

Poolscom and soweto shacks

Airports and railway stations stranded with a ratpack and guitar

The languages and the places change

And the sky has different stars

I may be walking through the streets of a city called london

But the dust on my boots and the rhythm

Of my feet and my heartbeat say Africa

I may be walking in the streets of a city called Amsterdam

But the dust on my boots and the rhythm of my feet

And my heartbeat

Say Africa, say Africa, say Africa

Sticks and stones and the un loans and passport controls

For countries that don’t exist

It’s a big world and they have their own problems everywhere

And there’s gold in that clenched fist

People ask me where I’m from I say mamelodi township

In city called tshwane meaning we are the same

I have a great friend who is a great musician

And he’s from ebayi, near king williams town

You know where steve biko was born

You might have read or seen a film about africa

You know it’s a big continent

With the great gift of ubuntu

I may be walking through the streets of a city called london

But the dust on my boots and the rhythm of my feet

And my heartbeat say africa

I may be walking in the streets of a city called Amsterdam

But the dust on my boots and the rhythm of my feet

And my heartbeat

Say Africa, say Africa, say Africa

Africa!