(Joseph)

Seven years of bumper crops are on their way

Years of plenty, endless wheat and tons of hay

Your farms will boom, there won't be room

To store the surplus food you grow

After that, the future doesn't look so bright

Egypt's luck will change completely overnight

And famine's hand will stalk the land

With food an all-time low

Noble king, there is no doubt

What your dreams are all about

All these things you saw in your pajamas

Are a long range forecast for your farmers



(Joseph, Female Ensemble