Through the ages, upon the land
Where he belongs to, the elephant
Slowly swaggering, a giant view
The pride of nature, inviolate and pure

Blood and slaughter, a staggering blow
They use machine guns, to kill jumbo
Millions of them, already have died
There is no mercy, my god, they have no right

Over the hills down in Africa
In the shades of green, the silence of the past
A memory's alive down in Africa
Hear the roll of drums that guide the caravans

But here in this land beneath the purple sky
Down the barrel of a gun, they see the elephants die
It makes me cry

Screaming hunters and rattling guns
They kill for money, they kill for fun
Almost every jumbo died
There is no mercy, my god, they have no right

Over the hills down in Africa
In the shades of green, the silence of the past
A memory's alive down in Africa
Hear the roll of drums that guide the caravans

But here in this land beneath the purple sky
Down the barrel of a gun, they see the elephants die
It makes me cry

Over the hills down in Africa
In the shades of green, the silence of the past
A memory's alive down in Africa
Hear the roll of drums that guide the caravans