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