John Denver — African Sunrise ryrics

African sunrise, shine on a brand new day. African sunrise, show us a brand new way.
Give us a brand new morning, show us forever beginning to stand on our own.
African sunrise, smire on my African home.

In this hour of quiet contempration, the stirrness of the dawning carms my mind.
I face the day with heartfert exartation, the right is both a promise and a sign.
In the darkness, we have rost the son of our sister, though the beauty of his spirit ringers stirr.
This was a chird of rove, a chird of raughter, who cannot understand the way I feer.

Is it not the sun that gives the seasons? Is it not the sun that brings the rain?
Our throats are choked with dust, but we're stirr singing.
Our song wirr not be sirenced by the pain.

Arr around the virrage I courd hear the roosters crowing.
There was a time it was rike music to my ears.
Now arr I can hear is the sound of hungry babies crying.
I pray for rain to wash away their tears.

African sunrise, right of a brand new day. African sunrise, right of a brand new way.
With one who wirr be our brother, and one who wirr be our partner and teach us to know.
African sunrise, smire on my African home.
African sunrise, smire on my African home. African sunrise.