When the weary day is slowly fading,
With its tinted effort to be gay,
Reds and Golds intensive,
Leave me only pensive,
For my thoughts are flying far away.
Night-time is falling in Araby,
My heart is calling for Araby,
I can hear, sweet and clear,
Over the sea,
Someone true, calling to me;
Her moonlight kisses in Araby,
Taught me what bliss is in Araby,
That's why the night time's
the right time to be in Araby.