Released November, 1994
Atlantic
Robert Plant - vocals
Jimmy Page - guitar solos
Charlie Jones - bass
Michael Lee - drums
Porl Thompson - guitar/banjo
Najma Akhtar - vocals
Hossam Ramzy - Doholla And Musical Director for Egyptian Ensemble - percussion
Ed Sheramur - Hammond Organ and Orchestral Arrangements for English and Egyptian Ensemble
Farid Khashab - bendir and reque-percussion
Ali Abdel Salem - duf and bendir-percussion
Farouk El Safi - duf and bendir-percussion "No Quarter"
Bashir Abdel Al - Nay - Egyptian bamboo flute
Ibrahim Abdel Kahliq - bendir merwas and finger cymbals
Abdel Salam Kheir - oud
Hanafi Soliman, Bahig Mikhaeel, Amin Abdel Azim, - strings
Wael Abu Bakr - soloist, strings
El Mahjoub El Mathoun, Abdelhak Eddahmane, Brahim El Balkani - Musicians In Marrakech
Jonathan Tunnel, Stephen Milne, Cathy Giles, Ben Chappell, Caroline Dale - celli
Jessica O'Leary, Perry Montague-Mason,David Ogden, Anne Morlee, Rita Manning, David Juritz, Ian Humphries, Peter Hanson, Rosemary Furniss, Harriet Davies, Ed Coxon, Mark Berrow, Jeremy Williams, Clare Thompson, Cathy Thompson, Pauline Lowbury, Elisabeth Layton - violins
Nichalas Pendleberry, Andrew Parker, Jane Atkins, Andrew Brown, Rusen Gunes, Bill Hawkes, John Jezard - violas
Yallah
And your city will fall
And your corn won't grow
Thru the silence from the temple
Hear the truth explode
It is written in the dust
So it is whispered in the wind
From the wisdom of the fathers
Where the word begins
In the kingdom of gold
And the stolen chance
You can join the celebration
See the children dance
And the bells will ring
And the crowd will roar
And the sand in the glass
Will pour no more
The rivers will freeze
And the hosts descend
Thru the fires and the storms
To the bitter end
And the treasures and the gifts
And the words and truths
Will be cast to the heavens
With Oomrah fruit
And your corn won't grow
Thru the silence from the temple
Hear the truth explode
It is written in the dust
So it is whispered in the wind
From the wisdom of the fathers
Where the word begins
In the kingdom of gold
And the stolen chance
You can join the celebration
See the children dance
And the bells will ring
And the crowd will roar
And the sand in the glass
Will pour no more
The rivers will freeze
And the hosts descend
Thru the fires and the storms
To the bitter end
And the treasures and the gifts
And the words and truths
Will be cast to the heavens
With Oomrah fruit
 Oh! City don't cry
Oh! City don't cry
Is all your virgin truth turned to lies
Are all your dreams of freedom monolith
Is all your peace and justice so much, myth
Oh city don't cry
Oh! City don't weep
Oh! City don't weep
For even brother Satan has to sleep
And all your tragic idols rest in peace
And beautiful believers, their quiet counsel keep
Oh! City don't weep
Na-Na-Na-Na-
Oh! City don't moan
Oh! City don't moan
Inside your gates I make my wanderers home
And from your desert arms my fears have flown
Against your walls my demons turn to stone
Oh! City don't moan
Na-Na-Na-Na-
Wonderful One
Throw it down Cleveland rain
The Queen of Love has flown again
To seek her daughter
Who must lie beside the thief
Whose golden tongue she will believe
Defies the order
That is why that is love
Oh, that is why
Shall we dance and never stop
Take my hand and stop the clock
From turning over
Spirit weave and spirit bend
In the move that has no end
That we must follow
Oh, that is why
Show me your eyes
Oh light of the sun
Touch me with fire
My mind is undone
All life inspire
My freedom has come
I drift through desire
My wonderful one
When you do what you do
I can never, never, never
Let you go
When you feel the way you feel
You can never, never, never
Let it show
Throw it down Cleveland Rain
The Queen of Love has flown again
To seek her daughter
Who lies beneath the seas
Wah Wah
From my island home I feel a chance
Kiss the tide - goes time and circumstance
Give me peace of mind and let me dance
Bury all my pain of years beneath the sand
On my heels these wings I gladly wear
Laugh into the face of anger and despair
Give me peace of mind and let me dance
Bury all my pain of years beneath the sand
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Nobody's Fault But Mine
