Under the African Sun for me
Is the only place I want to be
She calls me with a haunting cry
I cannot ignore it, I have to fly
Africa is a land of gold
In her, I will surely grow old
With her mountains and her sea
No other place, could be home to me
Whether watching the ocean waves
Or exploring all her wondrous caves
She has snared me in her trap
If ever I left, I would be back
Open plains of grass and sand
Mighty animals make their stand
Calling out so loud and clear
From the bush that is so near
The smoky smell of Africa
Is a place I cannot deny
She has embroiled me so tight
Her mighty grip, I cannot fight
Sunrise brings the African day
With a truly, magical display
Sunset does its colorful best
When putting Africa’s day to rest
Just be warned if you should come
To see the mighty African Sun
She could snare you with her heart
And you would battle to depart
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