'Tis a gift to be simple,
Tis a gift to be free,
Tis a gift to come out
Where we ought to be
And when we find ourselves
In the place just right
We'll be in the Valley of Love and Delight
When true simplicity is gained
To bow and to turn
We will not be ashamed
To turn to turn twill be our delight
And by turning, turning, we'll come round right.
"Oh my Queen," said the Royal Sorcerer to Hatshepsut, "with this amulet, you and your descendants are endowed by the Goddess Isis, with the powers of the animals and the elements. You will soar as the falcon soars, run with the speed of gazelles, and command the elements of sky and earth."