BURNING SANDS

BURNING SANDS
BURNING SANDS
The Answer to “The Sheik”
Song
D. Onivas
Jack Meskill
Richmond-Robbins Inc.
Wohlman
The rhyming of “oasis” and “place is” in the chorus is perhaps one reason this song never really challenged the popularity of “The Sheik of Araby.”

A French text for v. 1 and the chorus is printed above the treble staff.

Down by the silv’ry shores of the Nile,
Down where the Iris blooms all the while,
There ‘neath the moon that gleams o’er the sand,
A desert maid dreams of her desert man,
And as she gazes across the moonlit way,
Where love thoughts stray,
she seems to say.

CHORUS:
Across the Burning Sands,
There waits my Arab man,
Beyond the coral strands,
I’ll share his caravan,
By the fair oasis,
I know my place is.
Where smiling faces
Will understand,
Love rules the mystic land,
Across the Burning Sands.

Soon on the wings of night so it seems,
Over the sand to her land of dreams,
Back to her Arab chieftain she’ll ride,
Then he will name and claim her for his bride,
And as the moon-beams around them softly fall,
Where love enthralls, he’ll hear her call.

Egypt
BURNING SANDS