The stars of heaven spun madly
In the pool of the jungle night
When the hand of God bent down to draw
The curtain from the light
My eyes beheld a timeless world
As a stillness filled the air
And the ancient dust of Africa
Was settling in my hair
I wandered down an avenue
Of antelope and dust
And I wandered down an alleyway
Of agony and lust
I wandered through an endless dream
Of starving young and old
And the ancient dust of Africa
Was settling in my soul
I climbed her highest mountains
And I sank beneath her seas
And I cursed that rancid fever
That she carries in her breeze
But the glory of the eagle
Echoed from the start
That the ancient dust of Africa
Had settled in my heart

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