WHERE THE NIGHTINGALE WOOS THE ROSE
Far far across the deep blue sea,
I know a girl who waits for me,
There on that sun kissed desert sand,
My heart yearns for that loving land.
Oh Why did I leave my heart back there,
In that land of beauty rare.
I hear her voice, With this sweet refrain,
Calling me back there again.
Where the Nightingale wooes the Rose,
There my fond love ever grows
where my sweet Arabian Queen waits for me,
There my poor heart’s longing to be.
I just cry for you,
Though you’re across the ocean blue,
My heart is yearning,
To be returning
Where the Nightingale Wooes th[e] Rose.
Far far away the bright stars shine,
Over this little girl of mine.
She sits and waits by Syrian shore,
Just for her boy as in days of yore,
But Now she is happy all day long,
As she sings my old sweet song.
Now she feels gay, For I start home today,
I’ll soon be with her again.