Dance of the Robe

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 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! 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 Than live in the squalor and shame of the slave To the dance! To the dance! 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! 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 It's enough! It's enough Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah