|To a Friend so dear but so far|
When you've acquired a taste for dust
and the scent of our first rain.
Your're hooded for life on Africa
and you'll not be right again.
Til you watch the setting of the moon
and hear the jackals bark.
And know they're all around you
waiting in the dark.
When you long to see the elephants
or to hear the coucal's song.
When the moonrise sets your blood on fire
you've been away too long.
It's time to cut the traces loose
and let your heart free.
Beyond the far horison clear
where your spirit yearns to be.