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She left her home to spread God’s word you know his will must be done Across the sea to Africa the battle must be won
Into the heart of the jungle beneath the burning sun Trapped here like some animal hunted nowhere to hide, nowhere to run I won’t say I don’t regret this How could I ever forget this? There should have been some warning I should not be here mourning
Down, down, down I lost my love in Africa Down, down, down Into the darkest night I run
He was a native man of God she was the missionary’s wife Who knows what devils, what demons possessed his soul that night He took her with his strength and his anger She prayed for a helping hand But that night God became a stranger And the lion killed the lamb
Down, down, down I lost my love in Africa Down, down, down Into the darkest night I run
Somewhere there are people dying somewhere there are souls to save But I only hear the crying of the children at their mother’s grave I won’t say I don’t regret this How can I ever forget this? My reward for hearing the calling My soul is lost I’m falling
Down, down, down I lost my love in Africa Down, down, down Into the darkest night I run
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