Stuck in England on a rainy November day
Take me back home to the land where the Baobabs grow
And the animals play
I've been dreaming of a sky always blue not grey
And there'll be singing over the sand and we'll forget all our worries
If only for a day
And we'll go swimming in the streams and we'll dig in the clay
And we'll go walking by the lake in the footprints of our fathers
Where their dreams still lay
Lala salama to all the spirits in the paintings in the caves
And we'll lie sleeping in the valley where our bones will be buried
To be dug up one day
