Many miles away where Palmettos sway along the river Nile,
Lives a sun-brown queen--eyes that are serene, and most bewitching smile
At the close of day comes her love, they say, on his steed of snowy white,
And he sings this song as he rides along, Thru the still Egyptian night.
Lotus flower of the Nile,
As the evening shadows fall
And the night-birds sweetly call,
I am dreaming all the while,
That as my bride o'er the yellow sand
with me you'll ride to my Arab band.
Down where the Desert meets the Nile.
Softly falls the dew, near the river blue, gently the branches sway,
In the twilight shade waits an anxious maid, just at the close of day,
Soon her heart is light with a future bright, as her Arab Brave [sic] draws near,
And upon the air, while she's waiting there, These sweet words reach her ear.