Listen to the flutes playing,
listen to the sitar strum.
Listen to the melody of the lyre,
pay attention to the beat of the drum.
Watch the procession as it moves
out through those solemn gates,
past statues standing tall,
marking places of goddess’ grace.
Priest lead the marching group,
and dancers with their colors swirl,
as the golden idol is carried out
and cheers all around resound.
This marks the glorious occasion,
a time of feasting and of festivals,
in a land far away, bathed in sun-
the land of Ancient Egypt.
Let the gods know I tried
in this place where I died
oh Egypt how you hold my heart.
And as my mind starts to wander
to those far distant shores,
full of sand inlaid with waters blue-
Let my heart fill with wonder
as my mind thinks of you
and let your glory never dim.
Egypt you hold my heart
as no other ever shall
and to you I shall depart
When this life has grown still.
You are hope to my heart
you are fascination to my mind.
Let your wonders continue on
and the Nile never run dry;
and monuments never crumble
Though the dust swirl o’er and around.
And let Egypt reign supreme
over Desert majesties.
Oh Egypt know I love you
as I always was meant to do.