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This song took me back to my roots in protest and folk music of the 60's and 70's. Helen has captured the sound of Africa, married it to her quietly passionate voice and emotive piano playing, to take us half a world away. If it moves you to make a difference, then why not visit Compassion at http://www.compassionaust.com.au
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African sun poured down like rain upon my skin
The door to change kicked open and I stumbled in
Traded in the freeway, for the smell of the salt sea air
Learned to walk the red dust road
Over there, over there
And they told me this is Africa
And they told me this is Africa
And they said that this is how it’s done
Limousines and beggars
Cries of peace behind a pointed gun
African song flowed down in a river of hope and tears
And the children smiled at me
Sheltered by their years
And the people wrote their dreams
In shades of black and white
No Berlin wall was made
To fall across the line between day and night
And they told me this is Africa
And they told me this is Africa
And they said that this is how it’s done
Limousines and beggars
Cries of peace behind a pointed gun
African journey brought me half a universe away
As I stepped into the night in Bombay
A thousand fingers clutched my hands
And begged to walk with me
Someone threw some pennies in and said
Hey, just let it be
And they told me this is India
And they told me this is India
And they said that this is how it’s done
Limousines and beggars
Cries of peace behind a pointed gun
African sun came down
Bled its colours ‘cross the sky
I looked out on the red dust road
And said goodbye
Then the silence that held me
Was broken like a toy
As a city fell in flames
And the gun reached for the boy
And they told me this is Bosnia
And they told me this is Bosnia
And they said that this is how it’s done
Limousines and beggars
Cries of peace behind a pointed gun
And they told me this is Africa
And they told me this is Africa
And they said that this is how it’s done
Limousines and beggars
Cries of peace behind a pointed gun
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