| Sunrise shimmers the city walls with yellow light | 
| Sunrise feeling with golden fingers, the edges of the night | 
| There’s a hush in the air, in his silver hair | 
| King Solomon is my father | 
| Allah, Allah, Allah, Allah’s sending children of the sun | 
| I watch the boats go by as evening colours the sand | 
| The rain is bringing tears from my lovers land | 
| I watch the silver stars melt in love with the sea | 
| I cry to the wind bring back my lover to me | 
| Allah, Allah, Allah, Allah’s sending children of the sun | 
| My lover’s hands are whiter than the wings of a dove | 
| His hair is softest fire that fall in heavenly love | 
| His smile is a blue birds cry on a midsummer’s morn | 
| His kiss is the touch of the sun before the earth’s new dawn | 
| Allah, Allah, Allah, Allah’s sending children of the sun | 
| My lover used to bring me stars he found in the sand | 
| I would lay the singing skies inside his tiny hand | 
| Tonight the moon is dripping on the coloured river we knew | 
| O take me where he lies cryin' in the mornin' dew | 
| Allah, Allah, Allah, Allah’s sending children of the sun | 
| I watch the boats go by as evening colours the sand | 
| The rain is bringing tears from my lovers land | 
| I watch the silver stars melt in love with the sea | 
| I cry to the wind bring back my lover to me | 
| Allah, Allah, Allah, Allah’s sending children of the sun |