Moses Floats Down the Nile

[MOSES squeals and cries]

[NARRATOR]
And the mother of the little baby boy called Moses began to cry
Tears come like a river from her eye
Don't want to see her baby die
She put him in a little basket called a [?]
Hid that basket in weeds beside the Nile
And baby Moses, ooh he be so good
Didn't cry like most babies do
Something he already knew
In the [?] of the [?] of his soul
He heard the music of God's own horn
He did nothing
Just feel asleep
And dreamed

[MOSES floats down the Nile]

And the little baby Moses woke
For the first time he cried for his mama
Pharaoh's daughter was nearby
She heard the little baby cry
Picked him up in her arms, took him home
Raised him as her own in the Pharaoh's court
He grew up to be a fine young man
Except for a stammer in his speech he was perfect in every way