SAND DUNES

SAND DUNES
SAND DUNES
My Desert Rose
Song
Byron Gay
Byron Gay
Will Rossiter, Chicago
Copyright transferred 1919 Leo. Feist, Inc., New York.

The Feist cover shows a camel caravan in silhouette against palm trees and reproduces in an inset the Rossiter cover which has four photos of Norma Brandt, “America’s Rising Danseuse” interpreting the “Dance of the Sand Dunes.”

Out where hot sands are blowing,
Out where the Dunes are growing,
Lonely lands filled with beauties rare.
Dreams of sweet desert perfumes,
Mem’ries of rolling Sand Dunes,
Make me long for an angel there,
Sand Dunes are calling,
Sand Dunes are calling.

CHORUS:
Fairest of flow’rs is my sweet desert rose,
And happy were all the hours,
When o’er the hills of sand we would roam,
No clouds or show’ers in this land of repose,
A world of true love is ours,
Sweetheart, in our little Sand Dunes home.

Love, love, my heart is breaking,
Love, love, my soul is aching,
As the folds of my dreams unfurl.
Come back, I hear you saying,
Come back, I hear you praying,
Back to “San Dunes,” your Sand Dunes girl.
Sand Dunes are calling,
Sand Dunes are calling.

SAND DUNES