Africa - Boogrov, Manizha

In the evenings

And the mornings

When her child begins to cry

Lonely woman shakes the cradle

Till the tears begin to dry

And she’s looking in the corner

And her clock shows ten past eight

Second this week that she’s running

That she’s running, running late

She drops her knees and prays to God

While the world keeps turning, turning

She sings a song we all forgot

As the world keeps turning, turning

She drops her knees and prays to God

While the world keeps turning, turning

She sings a song we all forgot

As the world keeps turning, turning

Turning, turning, turning, turning

Billy James stays outta trouble

But blue collar sits too tight

And the bottle ain’t forgiving

So he lands in jail tonight

So he lands in jail tonight

So he lands tonight

He drops his knees and prays to God

While the world keeps turning, turning

He sings a song we forgot

That the world keeps turning, turning

He drops his knees and prays to God

While the world keeps turning, turning

He sings a song we forgot

That the world keeps turning, turning

He drops his knees and prays to God

While the world keeps turning, turning

He sings a song we forgot

That the world keeps turning, turning

He drops his knees and prays to God

While the world keeps turning, turning

He sings a song we forgot

That the world keeps turning, turning