Lyrics
Within the magic Orient
Where wond’ring [sic] Arabs pitch their tent
Beneath a sky of mystic blue,
There blooms a flow’r of wond’rous hue,
My sweet Ruspana Rose.
CHORUS:
My sweet Ruspana, Oriental Rose
That grows by Persia’s golden sea;
Your sweetness scents the desert aiR
That drifts so dreamily to me;
Where the fragrant rustling breeze
Whispers thru’ the banyan trees,
Mighty Allah’s moonlit garden grows
It’s there we’ll spend many happy years of time,
Ruspana Rose, My precious love sublime.
The drowsy camel nods his head,
The gay flamingos wings are spread
To join his mate in lofty flight,
And I will join my love tonight,
My sweet Ruspana Rose.
Mary Earl also writes as Robert A. King and Bob Keister. Cf. MOHAMMED.