THOUSAND AND ONE ARABIAN NIGHTS, A

THOUSAND AND ONE ARABIAN NIGHTS, A
Song
Sigmund Romberg
Harold Atteridge
G. Schirmer
Edwards

I’ve read of such delights,
I’ve read of wondrous sights
In the Arabian nights,
Told by story-tellers rare;
Back through the mystic haze
Sinbad the sailor days
Still in my mem’ry stays
As though I had been there.
Living it seems before me
Is that Arabian story.

CHORUS:
Living in Arabian hist’ry,
that is a wish I crave
Where each day brought some new mys’try
Told of Sheikh or slave;
I hear the cobbler when he’s singing as he toils,
I see the robber chieftain gazing on the spoils,
I can see the slave girl dancing,
whirling, twisting by,
I can see a king aglancing,
glancing with eager eye.
Back in those days let me be dwelling,
When tales phantastic they were telling,
In the glories of those stories,
Those Arabian nights.

Arabia/Araby
THOUSAND AND ONE ARABIAN NIGHTS, A