It's knowing what they want of me that scares me   It's knowing having followed, I must lead   It's knowing that each person there compares me   To those in my past whom I now succeed      But how can whatever I do for them now   Be enough, be enough      Aida, Aida   All we ask of you   Is a lifetime of service, wisdom, courage   To ask more would be selfish, but nothing less will do   Aida, Aida      Your robe should be golden, your robe should be perfect   Instead of this ragged concoction of thread   But may you be moved by it's desperate beauty   To give us new life for we'd rather be dead      Then live in the squalor and shame of the slave   To the dance, to the dance      Aida, Aida   All we ask of you   All we ask is a lifetime of service, wisdom, courage   To ask more would be selfish, but nothing less will do   Aida, Aida      Aida   Aida, Aida   Aida, Aida, Aida      I know expectations are wild and almost beyond my fulfillment   But they won't hear a word of a doubt or see signs of weakness   My nigh on impossible duty is clear      If I can rekindle my ancestors' dreams   It's enough, it's enough, it's enough   (Aida, Aida, Aida, Aida, Aida, Aida)   It's enough