BOUND IN MOROCCO
Where sweet-scented perfume breezes blow so gayly,
Someone’s witing patiently I know there daily,
Somewhere down beside Morocco Bay,
So lonely ever since the day I went away,
My only in her caravan prays soft and low. Oh,
Some night, when the eastern moon’s rising,
I’ll be bound for Morocco to meet the girl I love.
In the evening ev’ry thing’s hypnotizing,
Under the starry skies above.
We’ll sit and croon the sweetest harmony,
In a tent down by the sea,
When I’m nestled safe in her arms,
I’ll be found, “bound in Morocco,”
Just like a book of love.
Somewhere camels with their tinkling bells are trailing,
Somewhere under Allah’s mysic spells she’s sailing,
So, ship of the desert hear my plea,
And take her safely through the land of mystery.
Awake her when you reach the garden where she dwells. Oh