| From the mountains on the moon to the mighty delta |
| From the deserts of the West to the shining sea |
| Beneath the canopy of stars flows the serpent river |
| Flowing through my father’s land that he left to me From the baker, to the priest, to the candle maker |
| From the highest to the low in my father’s 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 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 father’s tomb |
| We have a lot to ask |
| We have a lot that we need to say |
| We have so much 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 |
| I’m just a boy who would be king |
| With just the moon to guide us We sometimes lose our way |
| If there’s a light inside us We’ll follow it to the brightness of the day |
| Every single blade of grass, every yellow flower |
| Every ripple on the sea of 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 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, we’re waiting |
| Before the coming of the king |
| Beneath the desert moon that’s sinking |
| We see the Eastern sky’s on fire |
| This is where darkness leaves |
| And shining waters fall |
| And let the shadows run |
| And we’ll say, welcome to the sun. |