Arab Kitsch

In Sultana's eyes the lovelight lies,
Full of mystic charms;
While the music plays, Sultana sways
In the Sultan's arms.
While the incense burning sets the flame of love aglow,
He sings to Sultana soft and low.

CHORUS:
Mistress of my harem, Sultana mine,
Allah gave you kisses that are divine;
Pretty Arab maid, oriental,
I'm sentimental,
My heart is thine, I love you only,
Coming from the desert, my caravan
Brings the happy wedding feast;
Soon, my maid divine,
we'll drink the wine
That makes you mine,
Oh! my lovely maiden,
Sultana, Queen of the East.

Far across the sand to Bagdad grand
You and I will fly;
To its mystic shrines of ancient times
'Neath Arabian skies.
There I'll sip the honey from your lips of ruby hue,
There we'll find a paradise for two.