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Joseph rode in on a beam of light
Stray dogs to welcome him
Fights, corrugate cathedrals
The sight of the pilgrims going nowhere
In millions of cars
Lagos a dream in the distance
For promises he’d made behind
Where there was no harvest
But he missed the sky and its circus
And countless the stars

In Africa
The rivers are perfectly deep
And beautifully wide
In Africa
The Mothers will sing you to sleep
And say
‘It’s alright, child, it’s alright’

In Africa
We dance in the water
And hold each other so tight
In Africa
The Mothers will sing you to sleep
And say
‘It’s alright, child, it’s alright’

Joseph rode in on a beam of light
Dreamed of his Queen by his side
There’ll be a beautiful sunset
And you’ll be a beautiful bride