One more day…
I wrote this for the kids. If anyone out there has stanzas to contribute, email me or add in a comment below.
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Let’s tidy home and break the oud
And set its fragrance free,
Let the money flow, and the faces glow
With smiles of charity.
‘Cause I’ll have a guest when the Ramadan moon,
The Ramadan moon is born,
Is on its way, and will be here soon
To mend my spirit that’s torn.
To stay by me through the midday heat,
And to quench my burning thirst
With a drink of Quran to help defeat
Myself when I’m at my worst.
I’ll have a guest when the Ramadan moon,
The Ramadan moon is born,
Is on its way, and will be here soon
To mend my spirit that’s torn.
To carry me on a wink of sleep
Through the night until the dawn
And to teach my eye to swell and weep
Before my guest is gone.
I’ll have a guest when the Ramadan moon,
The Ramadan moon is born,
Is on its way, and will be here soon
To mend my spirit that’s torn.
To taste that sweet remembrance, comes
In a cool and timeless night
When the wakeful eye of a slave becomes
Awash with eternal light.
Oh, I’ll have a guest when the Ramadan moon,
The Ramadan moon is born,
Is on its way, and will be here soon
To mend my spirit that’s torn.
Let’s tidy home and break the oud
And set its fragrance free,
Let the money flow, and the faces glow
With smiles of charity.
Oh, I’ll have a guest when the Ramadan moon,
The Ramadan moon is born,
Is on its way, and will be here soon
To mend my spirit that’s torn.