Lyrics
On a green Oasis lived a maiden fair in Hindostan,
When one day a brave young chieftain joined her father’s Caravan,
Then while the ev’ning shadows gently fell,
Straight to her tent he rode, his love to tell,
And with this song he wooed and won,
Pretty Zenobie
CHORUS:
Zenobie the moon is beaming,
O’er the deep blue Eastern sea,
Ever faithful, I’ll be dreaming,
Dreaming of my Zenobie.
Soon there fell a shadow dark across the path of Zenobie,
Full of wrath her father stood before them, mad as he could be,
Then to her side her lover quickly drew,
Placed her beside him and away they flew,
“And now,” he cried,” you’ll be my bride,”
Pretty Zenobie.