Digging for Some Words

Wanderers and nomads have gone to see their chieftains
 Will this be the end of the rain and the birds?
 Who can send an emissary to speak to the seasons?
 For the ravens and the crows already soak up the skies
 I'm digging for some words beneath the stones in Zimbabwe
 I'm searching for a drum song in the jungles of Zaire
 I'm groping for the blood moon in the mountains of Malawi
 Looking for the lion of Ethiopia
 Settling dusk gets darkened by the bark of the baboon
 The frogs and the owls no longer call to the moon
 The warlords have gathered, blue smoke hiss from teeth of chrome
 And the baobab trembles in the boiling blood loam
 The fireplace is broken and the grinding stone too
 Its million pieces flung across the plains of Africa
 Each dusty fragment, a seed from which grows
 The memory of a debt that only you and I will know
 Wanderers and nomads have gone to see their chieftains
 Will this be the end of the rain and the birds?
 Who can send an emissary to speak to the seasons?
 For the ravens and the crows already soak up the skies
 Seven seasoned soldiers have been summoned from Saigon
 A craven walkie-talkie puts their bloodshot armor on
 Some drink beer, milk, some drink kinky-kola
 Sheep dogs live in Outeniqua, gun dogs in Angola
 Flames lick the corners of each hungry horseman's smile
 They have locusts in their scabbards and desert's in their eyes
 Passing through the air, they leave a sea of fetid rumors
 As they ride upon the skyline on a secret trail of lies
 Wanderers and nomads have gone to see their chieftains
 Will this be the end of the rain and the birds?
 Who can send an emissary to speak to the seasons?
 For the ravens and the crows already soak up the skies
 I found some words beneath a stone in Zimbabwe
 I heard a distant drum song in the jungles of Zaire
 The blood moon spoke of war in the mountains of Malawi
 But I never found the lion of Ethiopia
 Wanderers and nomads have gone to see their chieftains
 Will this be the end of the rain and the birds?
 Who can send an emissary to speak to the seasons?
 For the ravens and the crows already soak up the skies