Letras de Over the Hills

Through the ages upon the land
Where he belongs to the elephant
Slowly swearing the giant view
The pride of nature in violent compute

Blood and slaughter as they bring home
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 dies
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