| Intro - A G#m C#m |
| B | D#m7 | G#m7 |
| I hear the drums | echoin' to | night. |
| B | A | E | Emaj7/G# |
| She hears only | whispers of some | quiet conver | sation. |
| B | D#m7 | G#m7 |
| She's coming in, | twelve-thirty fl | ight. |
| B | A | E |
| Moonlight wings | reflect the stars, that | guide me toward salvation. |
| B | D#m7 | G#m7 |
| I stopped an old | man along the | way, |
| B | A | E |
| Hoping to find some | old forgotten | words, or ancient melodies. |
| B | D#m7 | G#m7 | A |
| He turn to | me as if to | say, "Hurry, boy, it's | waiting there for you." |
| Chorus: |
| F#m | D | A | E |
| It's gonna take a | lot to drag me | away from | you, |
| F#m | D | A | E |
| There's nothing that a | hundred men or | more could ever | do. |
| F#m | D | A | E |
| I bless the | rains down in | Afri | ca, |
| F#m | D | A | C#m | E | F#m | E/G# | A |
| Gonna take some | time to do the | things we never | had. |
| The wild dogs cry out in the night. |
| As they grow restless longing for some solitary company. |
| I know that I must do what's right, |
| Sure as Kilimanjaro rises like Olympus above the Serengeti. |
| I seem to cure what's deep inside, |
| Frightened of this thing that I've become. |
| Chorus |
| Hurry boy, she'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. |
| 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 had. |