A grain of sand has been calling out to me,
Has been calling out to me since eternity.

Since eternity I am waiting to meet,
Waiting to meet through rain and sleet.

Through rain and sleet, through heat and dust,
Through heat and dust my wait and trust.

My wait and trust for my love for a land,
My love for a land, where there is a grain of sand.

A grain of sand ,with endless miles to run,
Endless miles to run in the blazing sun.

In the blazing sun with the glistening light,
With the glistening light on a full moon night.

On a full moon night without any sleep,
Without any sleep in my dreams it will seep.

In my dreams it will seep a grain of sand,
A grain of sand from the desert land.

From the desert land to the shores of the sea,
To the shores of the sea I roam in search of thee.

In search of thee, yet you slip through my hand,
You slip through my hand, a twinkling grain of sand.

A twinkling grain of sand, holding time in an hour glass,
In an hour glass, eternity shall come and gently pass.

Shall come and gently pass the echoing calls to me,
The echoing calls to me, is a mirage of my destiny.

A mirage of my destiny, the desert calls and I cannot refuse,
I cannot refuse, for it is buried deep within me, my desert muse.