Angelie, angelie Can I sing with you, 'Bout mr. Tembo And what he's got to do? But first I'm going back To the colworth road To find the mission And help him with his load Mr. Tembo is on his way up the hill With only this song to tell you how he feels But to get there he will need a helping hand It's where he is now, but it wasn't what he planned Angelie, angelie We will sing with you Just like the t.v. In mr. Tembo's room. Off the emphatic night, He checked in on his own At mkomazi inn and Then made it his home Mr. Tembo is on his way up the hill With only this song to tell you how he feels But to get there he will need a helping hand It's where he is now, but it wasn't what he planned It's where he is now, but it wasn't what he planned Injili, injili We will sing for you 'Bout mr. Tembo Or what he's going through. He gets up early While you're still in bed Mr. Tembo Green blanket by his head Mr. Tembo is on his way up the hill With only this song to tell you how he feels But to get there he will need a helping hand It's where he is now, but it wasn't what he planned It's where he is now, but it wasn't what he planned (Hey, will you take those lions off the front of the boat? Good God, man! Have you got some cotton within your ears? I'm trying to run this expedition in a decent manner!) (The 264 is gulf, bungalow, styles, canals, cows, haybells. Telegraph wires, pylon power. Farmhouse over chimneys still used. Stone, satellites, football, pictures, favourite flags, and lots of dogs. Neon cross on top of a block of slates on a church, not as usual.) Mr. Tembo is on his way up the hill With only this song to tell you how he feels But to get there he will need a helping hand It's where he is now, but it wasn't what he planned. It's where he is now, but it wasn't what he planned