On horseback, watching elephants drink in the Limpopo River, Botswana


When you have acquired a taste for dust,
The scent of our first rain,
You're hooked on Africa for life
And you will not be right again
Until you can watch the setting moon
And hear the jackals bark
And know they are around you,
Waiting in the dark.

When you long to see the elephants,
Or to hear the coucal's song
When the moonrise sets your blood on fire
You have been away too long.
It is time to cut the traces loose
And let your heart go free
Beyond that for the horizon,
Where your spirit yearns to be.

For Africa infects the soul
And sets ones senses free
Its special gifts - sight, sound and smell
Pervade incessantly
For in this world of chaos,
Where hated rules supreme
My heart turns again to Africa
And I relive my dream.