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It's nice to be in New York
It's lovely to study Rome
But when it comes to leaving
There is no place like home
You see the West is wonderful
Yet it seems so lack
The past is too much weaker
And the people, they always look back
Africa, Africa, Africa
Africa is for me
Africa, Africa, Africa
Land I long to be
Land of I and I culture
Land of I and I orator
Land of I mother and father
Land I see always in I prayers
I will soon make I physical tridings
On your sacred and holy mountains
On your rivers I'll soon go rafting
And drinking water from your I kal fountain
Africa, Africa, Africa
Africa is for me
Africa, Africa, Africa
Land I long to be
Land of I and I culture
Land of I and I orator
Land of I mother and father
Land I see always in I prayers
I will soon make I physical tridings
On your sacred and holy mountains
On your rivers I'll soon go rafting
And drinking water from your I kal fountain
Africa, Africa, Africa
Africa is for me
Africa, Africa, Africa
Land I long to be
Africa, Africa, Africa
Africa is for me
Africa, Africa, Africa
Land I long to be
Africa, Africa, Africa
Africa is for me
Africa, Africa, Africa
Land I long to be