The Dust of Africa

[Verse 1]
The dust of Africa is still in my throat
The dust of Africa is still in my throat
As I follow trucks on an unpaved road
Many black-skinned men as part of the load
Through the endless miles of the barren Caru
From the diamond mines and the garden route
There is a wealth that's there that is never shared
And the women stand by the side of the road
And the children know what they are not told

[Verse 2]
The dust of Africa is still in my throat
As I climb this mount of ancient stone
And the cape, the town that is spread benеath
Cradle of our civilization's grief
And the bachеlor and the bride to be
And the purloined fruit from the garden of Eve
There is a banishment that goes unseen
That rocks the cradle, that rocks the boat
The dust of Africa is still in my throat

[Verse 3]
The dust of Africa is still in my throat
In the airport lounge it is time to go
And the silent sound of the shanty town
Is a powder keg and a thousand rounds
And the children of the Brits and of the Boers
Are fighting over forgotten wars
And I'm puzzling over pieces that overlap
And a blonde-haired girl with a plane to catch
Is asking me if I have a match

[Outro]
The dust of Africa is still in my throat
The dust of Africa is still in my throat
The dust of Africa is still in my throat
The dust of Africa is still in my throat
The dust of Africa is still in my throat
The dust of Africa is still in my throat
The dust of Africa is still in my throat
The dust of Africa is still in my throat