Arab Kitsch

Persia! In the heart of Persia!

Came a Sheik to Persia from the hills above

Nightly, while his eyes flashed brightly

He was clinging tightly to his lady love.

There ‘mid bloom and perfume of wondrous flowers rare,

He’d sing thro’ the scented air.

CHORUS:

My Persian Rosebud,

Live on in Loveland for me.

There grows no rosebud

Fairer and rarer to see,

Roses may come and live for a day.

You are the one I’ll cherish for aye,

I love you, My Persian Rosebud,

You’re the Queen of my heart’s bouquet.

Treasures! All the joys and plesures

Of my jewels and treasures at your feet I lay.

Laces! At the market places

They are weaving laces for a wedding day.

Princess divine at your shrine I’ll kneel, your slave to be,

If you’ll give your heart to me.