Far, far away where the Nile winds its way in play
There is a land on who’s [sic] sand I see someone stand
Praying to the Oriental sky,
Saying to the dusky moon on high
Carry for me tales of love far across the sea.
Sahara Moon, tell him that I long to see him soon
Sahara moon, while the night birds croon their mournful tune
You know it’s true that he said he would build a tent
Just for us two in the land of the Orient
sweet love songs he’d always sit and croon to me,
each little while, beside the waters of the Nile.
Sahara moon, tell him that I’m waiting ev’ry day
I watch and pray for his caravan to wind its way
Across sands aburning I’m waiting and yearning,
To see him soon, Sahara moon.
Sorrow began when he left with his caravan
On camel-back, ‘long the track, he kept waving back,
Sand-dunes, that he crossed hid him from view,
Sand-dunes, and I lost a love so true
‘Mid pyramid here I pray ev’ry day and say.