(Verse 1)
Midnight by the Nile, sandals whisper on hot sand,
A lone man kneels and listens — wind finds the moving hand.
A bush in ember glow, it burned but was not consumed,
A voice splits through the quiet: “Go, free them from their doom.”
Mussa stood and answered, bare feet laid on holy ground,
He felt the river breathe a promise, heard a covenant in sound.
(Chorus)
Mussa — voice of the sea,
Lead us — through the tide.
Mussa — stand and set us free,
Lead us — side by side.
(Scat tag) Doo-ba-doo, sha-ah!
(Verse 2)
Sand like scattered pages, thunder writing laws at night,
He held stone and story, turned the dark to steady light.
Staff tapping time on water, a hush that split the shore,
A path of stunned blue ocean, feet marching forevermore.
Sand on his sleeves, the sky kept watch with a thousand eyes,
A people's song rising slow beneath Sinai's startling skies.
(Chorus)
Mussa — voice of the sea,
Lead us — through the tide.
Mussa — stand and set us free,
Lead us — side by side.
(Response) Lead us! — Lead us!
(Scat reply) Ba-doo-wop, doo-wah!
(Bridge)
From palace halls to desert dawn, from doubt to faithful flame,
He traded fear for calling, answered the Lord by name.
Thunder rolled like metronomes, a law carved out of light,
An old lighthouse for wandering hearts, guiding through the night.
(Scat / Solo)
Sha-doo-be, bah-bop — trumpet cries, piano sighs,
Ooh-ah, doo-wah — saxophone replies.
(Instrumental break for a short solo — let the band breathe, let the voices swing)
(Verse 3)
When springs ran thin and hunger pressed, manna fell like soft white rain,
He taught them how to gather hope and walk away from pain.
Night-watch stories flicker — mothers hum, the children lean,
A leader bent but steady, keeping routes they'd never seen.
He taught their hands to fashion freedom from the air and sand,
A steady step toward morning, toward a long and promised land.
(Chorus - Tightened)
Mussa — voice of sea,
Lead us — through tide.
Mussa — set us free,
Lead us — side by side.
(Call & Response)
Leader: “Lead us!”
People: “Lead us!”
(Scat tag) Sha-bap, doo-wah, oo-yeah!
(Outro)
Sing on — Wimbo wa Mussa — under moon and desert sky,
We keep his steps in memory, we raise that low reply:
Mussa, we hear you, steady hands and faithful road,
Doo-ba-doo, sha-ah — let the river bear the load.
(End with a soft scat fade: doo-wah, doo-bop, sha-ah — let the last trumpet sigh)
