On the banks of the silv’ry Nile
Where the Bedouin rest awhile
And the Desert Sands entrance us all,
Oh! that land of mystery
Appeals so much to me….
Shifting Sands, Shifting Sands,
Scattered o’er distant lands.
Sometimes East, Sometimes West,
They never seem to be at rest.
Here today, Gone the next,
Swept as the wind commands,
Life is just such a game,
And is played the same
As the endless shifting of the sands.
You will dream of a night’s romance,
And you long just to take a chance,
With the great wide world’s asleep and still.
Just as you have closed your eyes
The desert breezes rise….