MUMMY MINE

MUMMY MINE
MUMMY MINE
Song
Vincent Rose
Richard Coburn
Sherman, Clay & Co., San Francisco
The desert’s “glooming” is turned to “blooming.”

The mummy sleeps “friendlessly[!]” to rhyme with “endlessly.”

Who is the one waiting a million years for the mummy to waken?

How romantic is it to be held in “shrouded hands?” (Cf. Tom Lehrer)

Oh take me where my love lies dreaming,
And the Nile is gleaming, Underneath the stars,
And make me turn the desert’s glooming into gardens blooming,
Where no prison bars hold you.

CHORUS:
Mummy, a million years you have been sleeping friendlessly,
Mummy, a million years I’ve used in weeping so endlessly,
I’ve waited thro’ the years just sighing,
Oh can’t you hear me again crying,
Waken? Your love no more denying,
Mummy mine.

In vain dear, has my heart been singing,
There’s no answer winging Over desert sands.
Again dear, wearied now of weeping, All my sorrow reaping,
With your shrouded hands hold me.

Egypt
MUMMY MINE