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