The sheik stood neath the Egyptian sky,
Watching the sunbirds flashing by,
They made a musical whispering sigh,
Like a mother’s crooning lullaby,
He faced the East and lowe[re]d his head,
With a longing in his heart he said.
Sunbird, my whispering Sunbird,
fly far to the West o’er the golden sand,
Carry for me just a message of love
to my pretty Rose out in Soudan,
I’ll pitch my tent by the old Nile,
and there I will sit and dream all the while,
Sunbird, the stars and the moonlight
will guide you on thru, the steel blue night.
His thoughts went back to the long ago,
To desert sands where sunsets glow,
A dark eyed maiden sang so sweet and low,
Of a love that would forever grow,
When temple bells began to ring,
Once again he’d face the East and sing.