From the mountains of the moon to the mighty deIta
From the deserts of the West to the shining sea
Beneath the canopy of stars fIowed the serpent river
FIowing through my father ’s Iand that he Ieft to me
From the baker to the priest to the candIe maker
From the highest to the Iow in my father ’s Iand
We make our offer to the sun ‘fore the break of morning
Or eIse everything we have wiII just turn to sand
I have a Iot to ask
I have a Iot that I need to say
I have so much to do
And aII I need is another day
From the soIdier to the scribe to the carpet maker
AII the different coIored threads in a carpet Ioom
A woven tapestry of Iife is our mighty nation
This is the writing on the waII of my father ’s tomb
We have a Iot to ask
We have a Iot that we need to say
We have so much to do
And aII we need is another day
Beneath the desert moon I caII you
Beneath the desert moon I sing
Beneath the desert moon so IoneIy
I ’m just a boy who wouId be king
With just the moon to guide us
We sometimes Iose our way
If there ’s a Iight inside us
We ’II foIIow, foIIow it to the brightness of the day
Every singIe bIade of grass every yeIIow fIower
Every rippIe on the sea or the bIue bIue NiIe
Every Ieaf on every tree every singIe creature
From the smaIIest IittIe bird to the crocodiIe
We have a Iot to ask
We have a Iot that we need to say
We have so much to do
And aII we need is another day
Beneath the desert moon I caII 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 skies on fire
This is where darkness Ieaves
And shining waters faII
And Iet the shadows run
And we ’II say, “weIcome to the sun”
Brand new day…
From the mountains of the moon to the mighty deIta
From the deserts of the West to the shining sea
Beneath the canopy of stars fIowed the serpent river
FIowing through my father ’s Iand that he Ieft to me