1. Your messenger has come and the wilderness stirs
With undulating hills of burning sands

2. And the sun's brilliance has taken the dusk by the hand
As it heads to set from the belly of the hills

3. Not a day has passed since those days now gone
Except your servant was a boon companion to the cup

4. So grant me four nights of revelry
Now that my term is up, with no appeal

5. And you remain revered, protected, blessed
Ever healthy, safe from all harm's way