Purple night, purple night cast her soft mellow light on the sands,
desert sands
Mystic sight, mystic sight
to behold, smiling bright Arab bands, caravans,
In a maze, all ablaze there was one who would gaze up above,
up above,
Wih his eyes to the skies he would sing his song of love,
This song of love:
CHORUS:
Shine down, you dreamy Oriental stars,
Shine down upon me, Jupiter and Mars,
I'm on fire,
Like the sands I'm burning with desire,
I left her by those Carnival bazaars,
Where sweethearts gaily strum their steel guitars,
My precious flower waits me on the hour
'Neath those dreamy Oriental stars.
When the night made its flight he felt sad at the sight of the dawn,
yellow dawn,
Golden beams, golden beams,
would disturb all his dreams in the morn,
early morn,
While the throng sang a song he kept still thru' the long afternoon,
afternoon,
Never hummed, never strummed till he saw the crescent moon,
And then he'd croon: