RIFF SONG, THE

RIFF SONG, THE
RIFF SONG, THE
Song
Sigmund Romberg
Otto Harbach, Oscar Hammerstein, 2nd
Harms Inc., New York
The Desert Song

Over the ground
There comes a sound
It is the drum, drum, drum of hoofbeats in the sand.
Quiver with fear
If you are near
It is the thunder of the “Shadow” and his band
And all who plunder learn to understand,
To understand the cry of

CHORUS:
Ho! So we sing as we are riding
Ho! It’s a time you best be hiding
Low, It means the Riffs are abroad,
Go, Before you’ve bitten the sword,
Ho! That’s the sound that comes to warn you
So! In the night or early morn, you know
If you’re the “Red Shadow” foe,
‘The Riffs will strike with a blow
That brings you woe.

Morocco
RIFF SONG, THE