From the mountains of the moon to the mighty delta
From the deserts of the west to the shining sea
Beneath the canopy of stars flowed the serpent river
Flowing through my fathers land that he left to me
From the baker to the priest to the candle maker
From the highest to the low in my fathers land
We make our offer to the sun fore the break of morning
Or else everything we have will just turn to sand
I have a lot to ask
I have a lot that I need to say
I have so much to do
And all I need is another day
From the soldier to the scribe to the carpet maker
All the different colored threads in a carpet loom
A woven tapestry of life is our mighty nation
This is the writing on the wall of my fathers tomb
We have a lot to ask
We have a lot that we need to say
We have so much to do
And all we need is another day
Beneath the desert moon I call you
Beneath the desert moon I sing
Beneath the desert moon so lonely
Im just a boy who would be king
With just the moon to guide us
We sometimes lose our way
If theres a light inside us
Well follow, follow it to the brightness of the day
Every single blade of grass every yellow flower
Every ripple on the sea or the blue blue nile
Every leaf on every tree every single creature
From the smallest little bird to the crocodile
We have a lot to ask
We have a lot that we need to say
We have so much to do
And all we need is another day
Beneath the desert moon I call you
Beneath the desert moon we sing
Beneath the desert moon were waiting
Before the coming of the king
Beneath the desert moon thats sinking
We see the eastern skies on fire
This is where darkness leaves
And shining waters fall
And let the shadows run
And well say, welcome to the sun
Brand new day...
From the mountains of the moon to the mighty delta
From the deserts of the west to the shining sea
Beneath the canopy of stars flowed the serpent river
Flowing through my fathers land that he left to me
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From the mountains of the moon to the mighty delta
From the deserts of the west to the shining sea
Beneath the canopy of stars flowed the serpent river
Flowing through my fathers land that he left to me
From the baker to the priest to the candle maker
From the highest to the low in my fathers land
We make our offer to the sun fore the break of morning
Or else everything we have will just turn to sand
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