Dance Of The Robe

Aida It's knowing what they want of me that scares me It's knowing, having followed, I must lead It's knowing that each person there compares me To those in my past whom I now succeed But how can whatever I do for them now be enough? Be enough Nubians Aida! Aida! All we ask of you Is a lifetime of service, wisdom, courage To ask more would be selfish, but nothing less will do Aida! Aida! Nehebka Your robe should be golden, your robe should be perfect Instead of this ragged concoction of thread But may you be moved by its desperate beauty To give us new life, for we'd rather be dead Then live in the squalor and shame of the slave To the dance! To the dance! Nubians Aida! Aida! All we ask of you All we ask is a lifetime of service, wisdom, courage To ask more would be selfish, but nothing less will do Aida! Aida! Aida...! Aida! Aida! Aida! Aida! Aida! Aida I know expectations are wild and almost Beyond my fulfillment, but they won't hear A word of a doubt or see signs of a weakness My nigh on impossible duty is clear And if I can rekindle our ancestors' dreams, it's enough It's enough It's enough Nubians Aida! Aida! Aida! Aida! Aida! Aida! Aida It's enough! Nubians Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah...