Like a bird on a wire
Like a drunk in a midnight choir
I have tried in my way to be free.
Like a worm on a hook,
Like a knight from some old fashioned book
I have saved all my ribbons for thee.
And if I, if I've been unkind
I hope that you let it go by
And if I, if I've been untrue
I hope you know it was never for you.
Like a baby, stillborn
Like Africa, without any hope
Its time that we make this up to you
And I swear that we're wrong
we're good people, we have done wrong
and its time that we make this up to you
And I saw a beggar leaning on his wooden crutch
He said to me, why don't we ask for so much
A pretty woman leaning in her darkened door
She said to me, we should ask for more
And i swear by this song
We're good people, we have done wrong
And Africa, well its time we made this up to you