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.
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.