Over the desert sand,
In a palace grand, lived a Sultan's daughter;
She was the Sultan's pride,
And the promised bride,
Of a Caliph old.
But by a secret way,
Came a youth one day
To the sultan's garden
And 'neath her window there
To the Princess fair,
Love's story told.
Lovely daughter of
CHORUS:
Allah! by the stars above you,
I swear I love you,
Won't you love me?
Come to my arms, dear,
Let me enfold you;
My love is deeper than the deep blue sea.
Bright was the Caliph's gold,
But his heart was cold,
As his yellow treasure;
But like a flame of fire,
Was the love desire,
Of the youth so bold.
So when the Sultan came,
His belov'd to claim,
She had gone forever
Gone from the palace grand
O'er the burning sand,
T'is [sic] the story old.
Lovely daughter of