Every day I truly live a life of luxury
Sipping on hot tea and reading autobiographies
But something in me said I couldn't sit around for much longer
I've got to go and feed the Earth as if she were my own daughter
I hear whispers of change faintly singing in the wind
Telling me to go and feed the starving children
Way down in Africa where the raindrops fall so thin
That's where I must go
The wind is telling me to go
Something in me started singing tales of olden times
When lords and ladies danced in castles drinking cherry wine
But nowadays it seems no soul can spare their precious time
They're all too busy guzzling down their maraquonga wine
I hear whispers of change faintly singing in the wind
Telling me to go and feed the starving children
Way down in Africa where the raindrops fall so thin
That's where I must go
The wind is telling me to go
There's so much filth in the New York City streets
Someone's got to clean it up
Who will clean the New York City streets
The wind is telling me it might be me
Will I clean up New York City
Will I clean up those streets
I hear whispers of change faintly singing in the wind
(She hears those whispers of change)
Telling me to go and feed the starving children
(Doidra hears the whispers of change)
Way down in Africa where the raindrops fall so thin
(Doidra knows it must change)
That's where I must go
The wind is telling me to go
I hear whispers of change faintly singing in the wind
Telling me to go and feed the starving children
Way down in Africa where the raindrops fall so thin
That's where I must go
The wind is telling me to go