The light tasting air
   Just after the rain
The warm smelling sun
   as it shines once again
The sweet sight of birdsong
   As night starts to wane
I'm going home...

Familiar, the Love
   That Envelopes my Soul
Novel, the desire
   That tailors my goal
Humbling, the sadness
   That makes me feel whole
I'm going home...

No matter how far
  This wanderer goes
Africa is home
  This much he knows
Thoughts of returning
  Excitement, it grows
      
Simply because
I'm going home...