NIGHT TIME IN ARABY
When the weary day is slowly fading,
With its tinted effort to be gay,
Reds and Golds intensive,
Leave me only pensive,
For my thoughts are flying far away.
Night-time is falling in Araby,
My heart is calling for Araby,
I can hear, sweet and clear,
Over the sea,
Someone true, calling to me;
Her moonlight kisses in Araby,
Taught me what bliss is in Araby,
That’s why the night time’s
the right time to be in Araby.