[male
vocals] (
Darbuka
rhythm
fades
in
with
a
soaring
Oud
melody)
The
desert
wind
whispers
his
name
Across
the
vast
horizons
From
the
coast
of
Mombasa
to
the
end
of
the
line
The
legend
moves
Sun
rising
over
the
Kenyan
sand
Faris
Sayidi
Nassoro
takes
the
wheel
in
his
hand
He
starts
the
engine,
a
roar
in
the
heat
With
a
thousand
miles
beneath
his
feet
From
Mombasa
port
where
the
salt
air
blows
He
knows
the
path
where
the
river
flows
Through
the
dusty
trails
and
the
mountain
pass
He’
s
the
master
of
steel
and
the
king
of
the
glass
Oh,
Faris
is
the
best,
the
king
of
the
wheel
With
a
heart
of
gold
and
a
grip
of
steel
From
Ethiopia’
s
peaks
to
the
Congo
plains
He
drives
through
the
storms
and
he
drives
through
the
rains
Faris,
he’
s
the
driver,
the
one
they
all
trust
Keeping
cargo
moving
through
the
golden
dust
Uganda’
s
green
hills,
Rwanda’
s
high
crest
Faris
is
the
name,
put
him
to
the
test
He
travels
by
night
when
the
stars
are
bright
He
travels
by
day
in
the
morning
light
South
Sudan
knows
the
sound
of
his
gears
He’
s
been
the
greatest
for
all
of
these
years
Safe
and
efficient,
he’
s
never
late
Moving
the
nation,
he’
s
sealing
the
fate
Oh,
Faris
is
the
best,
the
king
of
the
wheel
With
a
heart
of
gold
and
a
grip
of
steel
From
Ethiopia’
s
peaks
to
the
Congo
plains
He
drives
through
the
storms
and
he
drives
through
the
rains
Faris,
he’
s
the
driver,
the
one
they
all
trust
Keeping
cargo
moving
through
the
golden
dust
Zambia,
Zimbabwe,
across
the
Namibian
land
The
goods
are
safe
in
his
steady
hand
No
border
too
wide,
no
highway
too
long
Faris
the
driver,
the
heart
of
the
song
He’
s
the
soul
of
the
route,
the
pride
of
the
track
And
he’
s
always
pushing,
never
looking
back
From
sunrise
to
sunset
he’
s
steady
and
true
Bringing
the
riches
for
me
and
for
you
A
driver
of
honor,
a
man
of
the
road
He
carries
the
weight
and
he
carries
the
load
So
raise
up
a
cheer
for
the
legend
we
know
Watching
him
drive,
watch
the
legend
go
Oh,
Faris
is
the
best,
the
king
of
the
wheel
With
a
heart
of
gold
and
a
grip
of
steel
From
Ethiopia’
s
peaks
to
the
Congo
plains
He
drives
through
the
storms
and
he
drives
through
the
rains
Faris,
he’
s
the
driver,
the
one
they
all
trust
Keeping
cargo
moving
through
the
golden
dust
King
of
the
road,
Faris
Sayidi
The
best
there
ever
was
From
Mombasa
to
the
world
Safe
travels,
my
brother
Keep
driving,
keep
shining (
Oud
solo
fades
out)