Angelie, angelie
Can I sing with you,
'Bout mr. Tembo
And what he's got to do?
But first I'm going back
To the colworth road
To find the mission
And help him with his load
Mr. Tembo is on his way up the hill
With only this song to tell you how he feels
But to get there he will need a helping hand
It's where he is now, but it wasn't what he planned
Angelie, angelie
We will sing with you
Just like the t.v.
In mr. Tembo's room.
Off the emphatic night,
He checked in on his own
At mkomazi inn and
Then made it his home
Mr. Tembo is on his way up the hill
With only this song to tell you how he feels
But to get there he will need a helping hand
It's where he is now, but it wasn't what he planned
It's where he is now, but it wasn't what he planned
Injili, injili
We will sing for you
'Bout mr. Tembo
Or what he's going through.
He gets up early
While you're still in bed
Mr. Tembo
Green blanket by his head
Mr. Tembo is on his way up the hill
With only this song to tell you how he feels
But to get there he will need a helping hand
It's where he is now, but it wasn't what he planned
It's where he is now, but it wasn't what he planned
(Hey, will you take those lions off the front of the boat?
Good God, man! Have you got some cotton within your ears?
I'm trying to run this expedition in a decent manner!)
(The 264 is gulf, bungalow, styles, canals, cows, haybells.
Telegraph wires, pylon power.
Farmhouse over chimneys still used.
Stone, satellites, football, pictures, favourite flags, and lots of dogs.
Neon cross on top of a block of slates on a church, not as usual.)
Mr. Tembo is on his way up the hill
With only this song to tell you how he feels
But to get there he will need a helping hand
It's where he is now, but it wasn't what he planned.
It's where he is now, but it wasn't what he planned
