I know a maiden gentle
she’s truly Oriental and so fair none can compare
Radiant sunbeams bless her
with kisses soft caress her raven hair all nestling there.
While the shadows of twilight darken the Mediterranean strand
Starlight gleams, Moonlight beams in that far land.
O Golden Horn I long to see
The girl I love waits there for me,
Soon I’ll sail to Marmora’s shore,
Constantinople Golden Horn and her once more.
Over the sea returning
our hearts will both be yearning for the day not far away
When in a fragrant bower
in dreamland’s happy hour the roses gay will seem to say
“We’ve been longing to hear your voice again
Often whispered your name
Now ’tis clear she is here, Cupid’s to blame.”