Dance of the Robe

Dance Of The Robe is the Ninth song in Elton John's and Tim Rice's musical Aida

Lyrics
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...