Holy Moses asleep in his basket
Encountered a question, he couldn't ask it
And nor could he answer in baby sighs and baby cries
At least he heard no doubt, at least he heard no lies
Holy Moses
Holy Moses afloat on the river
Swaddled in big ideals, surrounded in water
Too big for his tiny hands and tiny heart
But in his eyes the size of all he would later part
Somebody told him, "Here's a thing you cannot do"
He did it anyway just to prove it was not true
Holy Moses, Holy Moses
Holy Moses, is it any wonder
That somebody raised upon secrets and undertows
Would know all the ways to reveal what is hidden
And would be the one who conveys all that's forbidden?
And yet somebody told him, "Here's a thing you cannot do"
He did it anyway just to prove it was not true
Holy Moses, Holy Moses
Somebody told him, "Here's a thing you cannot do"
He did it anyway just to prove it was not true