Africa (Toto) - Medieval Style with Vocals

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Lyrics writ and sung by a troubadour of the name John. Lutes plucked and horns tooted by thine truly.


Instruments used:
Classical guitar, ukulele, recorder, suona (Chinese oboe similar to a medieval shawm), a few shakers, half a trombone (for the battle horn), and some sampled drums.



Sword and spear rattleth tonight
Blood of men floweth 'cross this holy nation
Moors shall be crushed with righteous might
While thou, O Lord, promiseth our salvation
Lo, the road windeth a long way
Yonder from home to Rome, then 'cross vale and seas
Our crusade is right I say
Hasten now it waiteth there for thee!

There be nought that could tear us away from thee
There art no legion's strength that there could ever be
Lord bringeth rain 'pon Jerusalem
With thy might we shall reclaim the kingdom we never had

The wild hounds crieth in the night
They groweth restless as they longeth for some company
I know, O Lord, what is right
As sure as the sun riseth over the spires of the holy city
We take only what God demands
Tho yet I fear what I'th become!

There be nought that could tear us away from thee
There art no legion's strength that there could ever be
Lord bringeth rain 'pon Jerusalem
With thy might we shall reclaim the kingdom we never had
Hasten now it waiteth there for thee!

There be nought that could tear us away from thee
There art no legion's strength that there could ever be
Lord bringeth rain 'pon Jerusalem
Lord bringeth rain 'pon Jerusalem (we bringeth rain!)
Lord bringeth rain 'pon Jerusalem (I fear what I'th become!)
Lord bringeth rain 'pon Jerusalem (for the glory of God!)
Lord bringeth rain 'pon Jerusalem
With thy might we shall reclaim the kingdom we never had