SHIMM’RING GLIMM’RING ARABY
Bells are ringing, Messages of love are flinging,
On the desert air,
Temple bells, wedding bells, music rare,
Where I met my love.
Maiden fair none compare ‘neath skies above,
To that distant clime, I shall hie soon to her there.
Vision rare, Waiting there,
Desert Maiden fair,
None with you compare.
You have won my heart I love you,
You shall be All to me,
Back in dear old Araby,
Shimm’ring glimm’ring Araby,
Temple bells shall sweetly chime for you and me.
Allah’s garden, Where she knelt to ask for pardon.
By the desert way,
Dear to me that will remembered day.
There ‘midst purple sands,
Knelt a maid unafraid, uplifted hands.
Fairest desert flow’r,
Blooming there in far off lands.
My thought’s wander, On her last farewell I ponder.
For her my heart swells;
Chiming, rhyming, temple bells.
‘Neath the mogra tree,
Visions rare, waiting there, my love for me.
Haste and tread the way, Back again, my caravan!