I’ve thought about it many times

Dreading and ready to consider anything else that it rhymes

Oh but all the places I’ll go, sailing ship neverback

I’d follow the breeze through the smiling coast of Africa

Ride my bike through the sands of Egypt and taste the sweet air

Of the Old Kemet if’s still there

I’ll have at my back a little monkey from South Africa

And hope to stop having dreams about the wicked ways of men

I’ll fly my kite up and as high as the giraffes of my sweet Kenya

I’ll try my best not to get too cold as I climb old Mister Kilimanjaro.

Oh Togo, oh the places I’ll go

Though I’ll sail on the Ship Neverback

I will be back

Surely, to my homeland,

Ghana.