From the mountains of the moon to the mighty delta    From the deserts of the West to the shining sea    Beneath the canopy of stars flowed 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 to 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 to 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, follow it to the brightness of the day       Every single blade of grass every yellow flower    Every ripple on the sea or 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 to 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 skies on fire    This is where darkness leaves    And shining waters fall    And let the shadows run    And we'll say, "welcome to the sun"       Brand new day...       From the mountains of the moon to the mighty delta    From the deserts of the West to the shining sea    Beneath the canopy of stars flowed the serpent river    Flowing through my father's land that he left to me