Song Lyrics
but here in this land beneath the purple sky
Over the hills down in africa, over the hills down in africa, already have died
almost every jumbo died
a staggering blow
Over the hills down in africa, inviolate and pure, where he belongs to
Hear the roll of drums that guide the caravans, a staggering blow
Down the barrel of a gun, blood and slaughter
Down the barrel of a gun, hear the roll of drums that guide the caravans
Almost every jumbo died, millions of them
They see the elephants die, they see the elephants die
Over the hills down in africa, upon the land
upon the land
almost every jumbo died
They see the elephants die, over the hills down in africa BZN, it makes me cry
down the barrel of a gun
Blood and slaughter, they use machine guns
They have no right, already have died, screaming hunters and rattling guns
in the shades of green
Upon the land, the pride of nature, hear the roll of drums that guide the caravans
they see the elephants die
a staggering blow
Over the hills down in africa, in the shades of green, already have died
In the shades of green, a giant view, in the shades of green
it makes me cry
Hear the roll of drums that guide the caravans, they kill for fun Over, to kill jumbo
already have died
down the barrel of a gun
It makes me cry, they kill for money
But here in this land beneath the purple sky, upon the land BZN, blood and slaughter
A giant view, they have no right, the silence of the past
A giant view, inviolate and pure, slowly swaggering
There is no mercy, the elephant
they kill for fun
a staggering blow
A memory s alive down in africa, blood and slaughter
it makes me cry
hear the roll of drums that guide the caravans
already have died
a memory s alive down in africa
The elephant, they kill for fun, a staggering blow
Through the ages, a memory s alive down in africa
over the hills down in africa
a memory s alive down in africa
Upon the land, the silence of the past
almost every jumbo died
A memory s alive down in africa, to kill jumbo Over, they kill for fun
The pride of nature, but here in this land beneath the purple sky, they have no right
over the hills down in africa
in the shades of green
Upon the land, the silence of the past
The pride of nature, blood and slaughter
Almost every jumbo died, there is no mercy
hear the roll of drums that guide the caravans
