Land of Turkestan
Where Ottoman makes love in Caravans.
There in romance land
By desert sands, I have left my heart and hand.
Turkestan, my Oriental land,
Your temple bells are calling me,
Mystic nights, revealing wondrous sights,
Disclose a wealth of mystery.
What love tales concealed ‘neath orient veils,
Where magic eyes shine out when love-light gleams,
Land so fair, I’m longing to be there,
My Turkestan, you’re always in my dreams.
Land of stolen sweets,
Your quaint old streets, where mystic Tom Toms beat,
There in harems fair,
Love maidens rare,
Day and night, my dreams are there.