Far away in old Singapore,
Where the tropic breezes blow-o
Lives a dusky Hindoo maid
A maiden that I long to know,
In the ev’ning when moon starts ascending
And throws its rays from old Hong Kong,
‘Tis then that I could sit beneath her window
And sing to her this old sweet song.
My tropic sunbeam
My ev’ry day dream
Your smile brings gladness, my Leonore;
Don’t be unruly,
I love you truly
My sunbeam lady
The flower of Singapore.
Were I king of the Orient
I’d make her my Hindoo queen,
Then we’d float in my catamaran
And life would be just one sweet dream,
‘Neath the shade of a big waving palm-tree,
Her big eyes looking into mine,
I’m sure I could live with her forever
Asinging to her all the time.