When You Believe: Music from 'The Prince of Egypt' Page #4

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it will be written,

and you will be

what I say you are.

I say you are innocent.

What you say does not matter.

You don't understand.

I can't stay here

any longer.

- Moses!

- No!

All I've ever known

to be true is a lie.

I'm not who

you think I am.

What are you

talking about?

Go ask the man

I once called "Father. "

Moses?

Please.

Good-bye, brother.

Moses!

Moses!

No.

Aah!

Aaah!

Hey, wait.

Please.

Ohh!

Oh!

What are you doing?

- Help!

- Let our sheep drink!

Leave us alone!

Get away!

Stop it!

My father's

the high priest of Midian.

You're going to be

in big trouble.

- Aah!

- Hey, you.

Aren't these

your camels?

- Hut-hut!

- No, no! No, no!

- Wait!

- Wait, stop!

Whoa!

What are you girls

doing?

We're trying to get the funny man

out of the well.

Trying to get the funny man

out of the well.

- Well, that's one

I've never heard before.

Oh, my.

Oh, uh, don't worry down there!

Uh, we'll get you out.

Hold on!

You.

Huh?

Ohh!

Mm-hmm.

That's why Papa says

she'll never get married.

You don't have to do this. Ladies,

please, I'm really- I'm really quite-

No, not there, please.

That tickles. Ladies,

you've cleaned every inch of me.

Whoa, I- I was wrong.

Let me through. Let me through.

I want to see him.

Ah! You are most welcome.

You should not be

a stranger in this land.

You have been sent

as a blessing.

Tonight, you shall be my honored guest.

My father, ðro,

High Priest of Midian.

Psst. Sit with me.

Um, all right.

Psst. Not yet.

- Oh, sorry.

- My children,

let us give thanks

for this bountiful food.

And let us also give thanks

for the presence...

of this brave, young man

whom we honor here tonight.

Please, sir, I wish you wouldn't.

I've done nothing in my life

worth honoring.

First, you rescue Tzipporah

from Egypt,

- then you defend my younger

daughters from brigands.

You think that is nothing?

It seems you do not know

what is worthy of honor.

# A single thread

in a tapestry #

# Though its color

brightly shine #

# Can never see

its purpose #

# In a pattern

of the grand design #

# And the stone that sits

on the very top #

# Of the mountain's

mighty face #

# Does it think

it's more important #

# Than the stones

that form the base #

# So how can you see

what your life is worth #

# Or where

your value lies #

# You can never see

through the eyes of man #

# You must look

at your life #

# Look at your life

through heaven's eyes #

# La-la-la-la-la-la-la

La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la #

# La, la-la-la-la-la-la #

# La-la-la-la-la-la #

- # Lai-lai-lai, lai-lai-lai-lai

Lai-lai-lai, lai-lai-la # - Dance with me.

No, I don't know how.

# A lake of gold

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