Something broke the place where the rain is born Something stole the promise from the light of dawn People, people were everywhere struggling to get their share Honest cruelty in the eyes of the innocent Squeezing one more harvest from this tired earth They call to you, but the wind just blows away their words Didn't believe in miracles, didn't believe you'd come Didn't see any reason to carry on But in my African Dream, you touched my face Raised up my children and gave them grace In my African Dream you wiped away my tears And whispered the promise of a thousand years Children with eyes like souls ready to fly Looking at me -- for some kind of sacred sign Who will teach the young, the names of the ancient ones Who will tell them from whence they come I have no answer, don't even have a prayer All I can do is close my eyes and hope that you will be thre In my African Dream you blessed the rain Let me stand proud, eased the pain, You raised me up, Gave me love, filled my cup. Old man sits in the shade of the thorn treee He says "these thorns are all that are true Life is suffering, suffering is life, Be happy with the small things that come to you They will come to you, come to you."