Oft to the land of camels, dates and cigarettes
I will show you the way one day where to love is free
Far from the city’s mosques and marts and minarets
Where the sands of the desert spread like a golden sea.
Caravan with my Artist man
‘Neath a sky of blue enamel,
As I jiggle-joggle on my camel,
And I wiggle-woggle with my snaky hands
Over the burning sands
In my cara-cara-caravan,
In her caravan With her artist man
Where the drifting sand gleams whitely
through the shade of Oriental night
While the stars above see our burning love,
O’er the desert wide, we shall ride
on our cara-cara-caravan.
Faint through the dusk the perfume of your scented hair
Like the attar of Persian rose in the dim bazar [sic]
Shall stir ev’ry passion as I hold you there
In the magical Eastern night of a thousand stars.