(I'm not much of a poet I'm afraid.)

Mama Africa came to my door

Her skin was dark her hair was shorn

Her face fear-lined and her eyes were wide

Hiding a child that lives inside

Mother Africa tell me true

Tell me all life came from you

Whisper to me of days gone by

Trees tall enough to reach the sky

A symphony of blue and green

A child's laugh

A sea-shell's sheen

Tell me Mother how we came

Of apes and earth and heavy rain

Tell me how we sang for you

When life was young, creation new

Tell me why we went away

And how we broke your heart that day

Oh tell me why we ran so far

From Africa our warmth, our star

Mother, morning, light, love

A baby's smile

A pure white dove

Tell me Africa what would you do

If I were to stand and sing for you

Most precious Mother of old and young

Who held us close when life began

Who watched the first human-child grow

Who watched us fight, who let us go

From forest, plain and sand-shored sea

To places we felt life should be

Oh Lady let me sing of this place

Where we first grew, then fell from grace.