Say Africa Lyrics

	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!

	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!

	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!

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