From the desert,
Night winds blowing,
Bring me mem’ries sweet,
Of two dark eyes gleaming,
In the land of my dreaming
Bygone caravan days I see,
Seems like I’m list’ning to Arab love songs;
My Arabia, wild and free,
Lures me home.
CHORUS:
My Arabia calls to me,
Calls to me across the sea;
Where the desert stars are glowing,
Where a desert maid still waits for me.
Oh! Land of love and mystery,
You are ever luring me,
Where the palms are shady;
To my Arab lady,
My land of romance Arabia.
O’er the desert,
My hearts [sic] going,
To love’s caravan,
For a voice is calling,
When the shadows are falling
Still at evening our campfires gleam,
Seems I kiss her and hear her love songs;
Of those caravan days I dream,
Nightly dream.