Far across the dessert In ancient Mecca
Where hot winds blow, Oh,
There my love lies dreaming While bright stars gleaming
Now bid me go.
Arabian Moon look down upon her,
Arabian Moon, Guard me and mine,
Shine, Light my lonely pathway,
Across the sand-dunes
To Mecca's shrine.
Your silv'ry beams Of love are telling,
Oh, whisper I am coming soon.
Then o'er the desert, to my dwelling,
Back I'll bring her, Arabian Moon.
When the dawn is breaking O'er ancient Mecca,
The east aglow, Oh,
Then we'll greet the morrow, Our only sorrow,
To see you go.