Over The Hills - BZN

Through the ages, upon the land

Where he belongs to, the elephant

Slowly swaggering, a giant view

The pride of nature, inviolate and pure

Blood and slaughter, a staggering blow

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 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

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