MY ARABIAN MAID

MY ARABIAN MAID
MY ARABIAN MAID
Raymond Hubbell
Gene Buck
Gene Buck and Raymond Hubbell; T. B. Harms, New York
Ziegfeld Follies of 1917
Raphael Kirchner

Where the Tigris flows and the palm tree blows,
Where you see the golden domes of Arab shrines,
Where the Sheik reclines in the Caliph’s olden homes,
There in old Baghdad, a romantic lad,
At the close of each long day;
‘Neath the window there, of his lady fair,
and he’d softly sing this lay. Oh, how I

CHORUS:
Love you, my Arabian maid,
I’m singing of you and serenade,
Like stars above you in the eastern skies,
My love for you is a glist’ning,
Say you are list’ning, dear.
My heart is burning, let me hold you near,
My arms are yearning to enfold you dear
A thousand nights dreaming of you,
A thousand years, I will love you,
You are my own Arabian maid.

Iraq
MY ARABIAN MAID