Where is my home, where is my land
Way down in Africa
Where is my love, where are my friends
Way down in Africa
Couldn't make a living there
Had to find a job somewhere
Changed my name, took a plane
And when the weather was fair
Marrakech, come to Marrakech
Sings the rain when I can't sleep at night
Marrakech, come to Marrakech
Cries the wind calling me to Marrakech
Marrakech, come to Marrakech
To the city of gold near the sky
Marrakech, come to Marrakech
Where the drums of life will hasten
And strike with a cry
Marrakech, come to Marrakech
Yells the train rolling by in the dark
Marrakech, come to Marrakech
I'll be free, I'll be me in Marrakech
People put me down, treat me like a clown
I'll take it, come to Marrakech
Saving every dime, knowing I'll be fine someday
Marrakech, come to Marrakech
Cries the wind calling me to Marrakech
I'll be free
I'll be free
