Words and music by Sting
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
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
Beneath the desert moon that's sinking
We see the Eastern sky's on fire
This is where darkness leaves
And shining waters fall
And let the shadows run
And we'll say, "welcome to the sun."
