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