Africa

In the evenings and the Mornings when her child Begins to cry, Lonely woman Shakes the cradle Till the tears begin to dry. And she's looking In the corner, And her clock shows half past eight. Second this week That she's running, That she's running, running late. She drops on knees and prays to God while The world keeps turning, turning. She sings a song we all forgot as the World keeps turning, turning. She drops on knees prays to God while the World keeps turning, turning. She sings a song we all forgot as the World keeps turning, turning. Turning. Turning. Turning. Billy James stays Out of trouble, But blue collar suits too Tight. And the bottle ain't Forgiving. So he lays in jail Tonight. So he lays in jail Tonight. So he lays tonight. He drops on knees and prays to God, But the world keeps turning, turning. He sings a song we forgot, as the world Keeps turning, turning. He drops on knees and prays to God, But the world keeps turning, turning. It's He in sings the struggle a song we We find forgot God. That the the world world- Gives justice, justice. That the world gives justice. That the World gives Justice. It's all for me now, praise the Lord. But the world gives justice, justice. It's in the struggle we find God. But the world gives Justice, justice. It's all for me now, Praise the Lord. But the world gives justice, justice. It's in the struggle we find God. But the world gives justice, Justice