Night time, and a caravan at rest,
Camels silhouetted ‘gainst the sky,
Breezes blowing dying embers glowing
showing where sleeping Nomads lie.
Softly thru the camp a youth comes stealing,
Handsome Arab chieftain bold and strong,
To where the moon revealing shows his sweetheart
and to her he whispers this song.
Shadows across the desert sands are creeping,
Softly behold the caravan is sleeping,
by the fire
The stars are gleaming,
Love cease your dreaming,
for I’ve been scheming on stealing away
before the moon gets higher we’ll travel
across the silver sands to Love-land.
Camels wait to take us to a little place I’ve planned for you and me
So come dear, come for the night is dying,
Come dear, we must be flying far away dear,
from desert caravans.