Pale moon in the eastern sky,
Look down where the Arabs lie,
Smile down on the cavalcade,
Wake not little dark-eyed maid.
Dreaming of a Prince so bold,
High up on a throne of gold,
Singing in a visioin rare,
Pleading to his dream love fair.
CHORUS:
Oriental maiden,
Be my jewel laden
Princess all array'd in glory,
Dream of love's sweet longing
Tender fancies thronging,
Told in royal song and story;
See the Sphinx beguiling,
Pyramids are smiling,
To my sweetheart while in slumber,
All the sentimental
All the Oriental Dreams are born
Out of the East.
Far, far from the desert sands
Yonder in the vineyard lands
There, dear, is the place we'll go
There, dear, where the breezes blow
Palm trees wave a welcome, dear
Swaying in the sunlight clear,
Blue skies with an opal glow,
Calling bid us gently go.
