harmonies i hear the drums echoing tonight but she hears only whispers of some quiet conversation she s coming in twelve thirty flight her moonlight wings reflect the stars that guide me towards salvation i stopped an old man along the way hoping to find some old forgotten words or ancient melodies he turned to me as if to say hurry not its 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 it s gonna take some time to do the things we never had oooh it s gonna take some time to do the things we never had the wild dogs cry out in the night as they grow restless looking for some solitary company i seek to cure what s deep inside frightened of this thing that i ve become 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 it s gonna take some time to do the things we never had ooooooh ooooooh ooooooh ooooooh 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 it s gonna take some time to do the things we never had