SONG OF AFRICA

If I know a song of Africa
Of the giraffe
And the African new moon
Lying on her back
Of the plows in the fields
And the sweaty faces
Of the coffee pickers
Does Africa know a song of me?
Does Africa know a song of me?
Does Africa know a song of me?
Will the children
Invent a game
In which my name is
Or the full moon
Throw a shadow
Over the gravel
Of the drive
That was like me
Or will the eagles
Of the Ngong Hills look out for me?