Arab Kitsch

The desert moon was gleaming as we glided on the Nile,
In its soft glow we were dreaming lost in love's exile.
The desert shores were silent, and the stars so dim above,
All the night was quite [sic] As I sang my song of love.

CHORUS:
Whardie, I adore you!
There is myst'ry in your smile,
Whardie, I implore you,
Let the dreamy moon above beguile,
As its magic charm enfolds you,
Let me hold you close the while
We glide in love's sweet ecstacy
'Neath the MOON UPON THE NILE.