ALASHAN

ALASHAN
ALASHAN
Song
Wilfred Duke, Fred Rose and Joseph Samuels
Call De Voll
Al Piantadosi & Co.
A late example of the oriental “mish-mash:” desert sand, yet shadows fallng with “sacred snows” in the air[!]; set at a “shrine in Buddha land,” yet the cover shows a crescent with a six-pointed star, minarets and onion domes like the Taj Mahal as a woman in Egyptianesque costume kneels holding a bowl of incense.

Purple shades are creeping Down the Alashan,
‘Cross the valley sleeping Cools the desert sand,
Heart of mine is weeping, Shrine of Buddha Land
Guard within your keeping Rose of Alashan.

CHORUS:
Alashan, Alashan,
From my caravan I can see
Alashan, Alashan,
In your magic splendor keep your love so tender,
Fairest Rose of Alashan.

Sacred snows are falling On the Alashan,
Seems I’ve heard you calling Since the world began,
Temple bells are tolling, Visions now I see,
In the clouds a-rolling, Fairest flow’r to me.

ALASHAN