Often I wonder whether you like myself can see
Places we know together
In distant Araby,
Saddle to saddle riding,
Over the distant trail,
Secrets of love confiding,
Stars were turning pale,
Desert love is burning fire,
Could I have my one desire....
I'd be with you very close beside me,
Waiting 'til the moon came spreading
White light, making all the desert night light,
'Neath a silken tent of blue.
South breezes, Blowing from the far off South Seas,
Tom toms beat a soft tattoo, to,[sic]
So tell me that my heart is 'mid the palm trees,
There in Araby with you!