Irving Berlin
Irving Berlin
Renie Davies
Waterman, Berlin and Snyder Co., New York

Tonight I’m dreaming of Araby,

That’s where my dreams seem to carry me;

Where ev’rything is oriental;

And ev’ryone is sentimental;

There in the shade of the shelt’ring palms I met a maiden fair;

I long to hold her gently in my arms.

Oh, how I wish I were there!

Araby, when shades of night appear
I seem to hear you calling,
Araby, You seem to beckon, and I reckon
I’ll be hurrying back again.
Seems to me a maiden’s face appears,
I see her tears are falling, falling,
Because I left her there.
That’s why I long to be
Where all those happy faces wait for me
Beside the fair oasis.
Soon you’ll see within a Caravan
An Arab-man will take me
Over the desert back to Araby.
Someday you’ll find me in Araby,

Where someone’s waiting to marry me;

I can’t forget the day we parted

She said, I left her broken hearted,

I helped her on to a camel’s back.

Before she rode away,

She made me promise I that I would come back;

I’ll keep my promise some day.