Dance Of The Robe - Heather Headley, Schele Williams

Aida:

It’s knowing what they want of me that scares me It’s knowing having followed that 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:

You 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!

Nubians:

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 weakness

My nigh on impossible duty is clear

If I can rekindle my ancestors’dreams

It’s enough

It’s enough

Aida: It’s enough Nubians: Aida!

Nubians:

Aida!

Aida!

Aida!

Aida!

Aida!

Aida: It’s enough Nubians: Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah