PRIDE OF THE CARAVAN

PRIDE OF THE CARAVAN
Song
W. C. Polla
Arthur J. Lamb
Joe Morris Music Co., New York
Starmer
Another cross-cultural mishmash: he will take his [Muslim] love to the “Priest” to be married.

Day fades away, soon the stars in the heavens are nesting,
And love’s golden star from afar sees a caravan resting,
Faithful watch it keeps,
where my loved one sleeps,
Until daylight peeps
And I’m with her.

CHORUS:
Pride of the caravan,
Fair Maid of Arab land,
For you I’m crossing the golden sand,
To read your dark eyes, to press your hand,
While I the desert scan,
Fond dreams and hopes I plan,
Mid cymbals crashing
I’ll make a bride of the lovely pride of the caravan,

Eyes with surprise softly beam as she sees me beside her,
And she gives her fair charms to the arms of the one who will guide her,
To the waiting Priest,
Then the wedding feast,
Maiden of the East,
How great is love!

Arabia/Araby
PRIDE OF THE CARAVAN