Underneath that Oriental Moon,
That’s where all sentimental lovers spoon,
I can’t forget That’s where I met A fascinating little maid,
Who sang a song to me And now I love her, I’m afraid.
There ‘neath that moon,
In that land where this maid came to me
I left her there
And her smile in my dreams I still see.
She’s in my heart
And I hear her hum that wonderful tune,
That she sang while underneath that Oriental moon.
And now my little tale I’ve told to you,
Believe it if you like,
I’m only telling what is true!