African Jasmine

I dreamed of you in the desert dust

In a war-torn land condemned

All the way from Mogadishu

To old Jerusalem


See the villages they are burning

Hear the screams of mice and men

Smell that sweet jasmine blooming

Watch the ghost of freedom descend


Well, God is in His heaven

He’s there when the wind does bend

But power and greed and corruptible sin

Is the devil’s dividend


Now, I’m staring at the window

Watching the February clouds ascend

Listening to the last crescendo

Trying to make amends


I hear your voice in honey dew

Your perfect words transcend

All the way from Notting Hill

To the last World’s End